Samyo: Strange how you keep submiting the same review -), kidding, I appreciate it.
Faust: First, I love a long review, Second, I havn't really decided yet on the one night stand thing, and I love the Quotes you sent, especially the second, tohguh you forgot to mention the author.

( i )

Jekyll was in the heart of whitechappel, clad in his trench coat, after his encounter with Mina and Wesley the night before, he never got any sleep, Hyde was mouthing off obscenities, roaring to b let out and allowed to make carnage.

He had went threw the tunnel and headed to Whitechappel, he reached a Herbalists shop, though that was not what he specifically wanted, after some negotiations with the oriental clerk, he was taken to the basement, where no less than 20 dirty mats were on the floor, most of them had men and women laying on them, with drug-induced detachment from our world.

( ii )

At the Nautilus, Mina was preparing to go out to patrol, she was still bewildered about her encounter with Jekyll the night before, she had then avoided the entire league for the day, staying at the morgue and examining the victims bodies, searching for any sort of overlooked clue.

She walked past the lounge, where Sawyer sat, taking occasional sips from a flask of Bourbon, he knew Mina was.

"Hi, Mina." said Sawyer.

Mina spun around to see him, she was initially glad to see him, but remember his bare faced lie.

"Hi, Tom." she said as she slowly walked away.
"Where were you last night?" Sawyer asked.
"Patrolling"
"Really?" asked Sawyer who still couldn't get over what he saw, he saw the slap, but he didn't see too much resistance on Mina's part either.
"Really"
"Didn't happen to stop anywhere special"
"No. Like what"
"I don't know, the Opera House perhaps?"

Mina froze.

"I was there, too, saw the entire thing"
"You followed me"
"That's beside the point, I saw you kiss him"
"He kissed me"
"And you weren't too quick to push him away"
"I was caught off guard; you must have seen me slap him"
"Well if that's the case why did you avoid all day"
"Enough with the Interrogation"
"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You want to be questions each others' honesty, let's talk about you going to Henry's and insulting him and pretty much push him further away.

"You called him Henry again"
"Oh, bloody hell"
"The other day you called him Henry and you just did it again"
"Could you just stop thinking with your ego"
"Listen, Mina, things haven't been too great for us recently, physically were still the same, but you seem distant, when I hold you it's like you'd rather be somewhere else."

"Do you have feelings for him"
"What"
"I'm not blind Mina; I can sense that you feel for him"
"Yes, I do, he used to be our friend, that's all"
"I don't believe you"
"Are you calling me a layer?"

"Mr Sawyer, Ms Murray,"

"There is a loose killer roaming the streets of London as we speak, it's not the time for lovers' quarrel. I suggest you go out and patrol separately, and resolve your issues in daylight hours."

"Fine."

( iii )

Jekyll's lips were wraped around the glass pipe delivered moments ago by an oriental child, he was taking his first rag, keeping the smoke in as he looked to his left and a had a passing memory, it was 13 years ago, he was there, as Hyde, back in the days when Hyde was a pathetic monkey like creature no taller than 4 feet in height. He remembered seeing an old friend of his there too, Sir William Gull, half unconscious on the mattress in the corner.

Jekyll exhaled, feeling a wave of euphoria coming threw him, as he looked around he saw people of all kinds, Men and women, haggard and youths, figures of society and thugs.

Hyde's ranting is reduced considerably as Jekyll takes a second drag, and as he exhaled, he saw a slender back of someone with blonde hair, he thought it resembled Pat, his maid, as Hyde's rants continue to die.

( iii )

The walls in Jekyll study parted and in walked Wesley, smug as ever, he poured himself a glass of Cognac and nosed around the study, he eyes the surgical knife kit on a table.

He sat there for several minutes, almost reaching the better part of an hour, till he suddenly heard someone outside, he quickly put the lights out, and sneaked silently into the kitchen.

The service entrance in the kitchen opened, and in walked the frail figure of Pat, black bags were under her eyes, and her blonde hair was astray. She looked carefully to see if her employer was there, it was getting hard to explain the absences, and seeing as how she couldn't spot him, she walked into the dark kitchen, letting the door swing shut, but as it was doing so, she caught a glimpse of a blond man, with a look of glee leaping at her, she tried to scream, but his hand were quicker to reach her mouth, stifling her scream, while the other caught her from the throat and threw her to the ground.

The door was shut, darkness hovered in the room, with the exception of faint moonlight coming threw the window, Pat had fallen hard, she was very dizzy, she felt a rag being stuffed into her mouth, silencing her, and a powerful hand griping her hair and dragging her on the floor.

She tried to scream, to protest, to run away, but couldn't he dragged her all the way to the study, she kicked and screamed trying to escape, she knocked over the coat rack, some small tables and chairs, she kicked the desk, and she finally felt herself being hoist up, and pushed into a deep basement she never knew existed, she tumbled down the hard stone steps, and collapsed as she hit the bottom.

Wesley stood panting a bit as he lit up a gasoline lamp and walked down the step, with the other hand he held the surgical kit, he opened the box and took out a the bone saw, and he ripped.

( iv )

Skinner walked, through the East End, clad in his usual ensemble, taking occasional swigs from a bottle of Scotch, while Sawyer walked next to him, his brows clenched, and gripping his flask of bourbon, they were both half drunk.

"Oh, It's seam you over reacted mate!" said Skinner cheerfully for no reason.
"Right." said Sawyer laconically.
"I mean, if you just asked her about her Kissing ol' 'enry or not, she would have told it was nothing, but because you did what you did, what happened happened"
"I just can't get over the feeling that she's into him, like she waits for me to leave and start planning her wedding to him, writing Mrs. Mina Jekyll, all over her diary"
"Awww! That's adorable"
"To tell you the truth, Rody, I've been sensing it for some time, it was al passion and walks under the moonlight when it started, but now it's just what happen in Bed"
"So, do you still love her"
"I don't know if I ever did, and I'm not sure that's not mutual either."

Skinner almost tripped, but caught himself and went on.

"Do you think he even is interested in hr? That he wanted to kiss her, not on Hyde's command"
"Oh, sure he loves her! He always did, since that time on the canoe when he tried to decapitate you with a chain. He's been craving 'er ever since"
"What"
"I always thought they'd make an adorable couple, both scientists, she's part bat and he's part Orangutan, 'ell, they have the same hair"
"What are you talking about"
"I'm talking about-" said Skinner as he tripped and fell, as he got up he said, "What was I saying"
"You were talking about...Damn, I don't know either."

( v )

Mina crouched, with two largo Gargoyles on the top on an old Church on each side of her, that was her solitude, which she frequented since she was turned into a vampire three years ago.

The fact she was in a dry spot with Tom for quit a while now, emotionally dry that is, she thought with a smirk that quickly faded, the truth is, her affair with Tom was that of attraction, not love.

And Henry...

Mina cursed herself, a woman should have a sixth sense about these things, especially a Vampire, yet she never knew he felt any sort of romantic feelings for her. Last night, when he kissed her, she forgot who he was, she forgot Tom, she was just in the moment, she wasn't offended, or disgusted, and when she slapped him, it was out of principle.

Did she feel for him?

That's arguable, Jekyll had saved her life times before, which caused affection, but she didn't feel for him the strong passion she felt for Tom at the beginning, though. And if she could live the day again, she would have avoided the kiss... probably.

( vi )

Wesley walked up the stairs, it was a bloody mess he made down there, now the remains were to be transported to somewhere in Whitechappel where it could be found the following morning and headline Newspapers the day after.

He wiped his hands of the blood, and started searching for a blanket of sort, and when he fund two, he hurried to the tunnel and wrapped everything up, and when he was done, he went back to the study, so that he could tidy up, and make it look like the struggle didn't happen.

It took him a few minutes, eventually, the room was tidy, and on his way back, Wesley noticed that the bottom drawer of the desk was open; it was the effect of the Kick Pat gave it, no doubt.

Wesley was about to lock it when out of curiosity, he took a look inside, and what he saw pleased him.

( v )

Jekyll laid on his mattress, panting faintly as he was severing connections to the conscious world, and his hallucinations began, or nightmares to be more accurate, vivid nightmares with screaming demons and the gyrating flames of hell.

Jekyll dreamt of himself sitting in a coach, as he looked outside he saw the leaning figure of John Netley driving the cab, with him inside were Hyde from 13 years ago, a small pitiful creature, and Sir Warren, the arrogant man of sixty, with his massive moustache.

"Just do it, Jekyll," says Warren, talking like the father of an errant child, "You can use your true self to achieve our goals, or we'll use our means to expose your true self"
"I'd like that, either way." says the old Hyde, in his squeaky voice.
"Fine." says Jekyll, and then looks at his hands, they're soaked in blood, he tries to wipe it off, but it's like his hands are flowing with it.

A red glow shines over Warren, and he starts to resemble a demon, climbing out of hell, bargaining for his soul, his hair then goes blonde, and his figure becomes different as well, before long he is transformed into Wesley, while Hyde on the other rand starts to grow in size, becoming eventually the menacing hulk he is these days.

Jekyll shrinks as both Demons inch towards him, the door of the cab gives and he falls out, landing on his back, the cab disappears, he stands up and looks around himself, he's all alone in the middle of London Bridge, as far as he can see, all of London is empty as far as he can see, Big Ben strikes Ten, then Twenty, he strikes indefinitely, Jekyll finally starts walking away, he sees a shrouded figure on a stead of Hellfire, with Scythe in hand, riding towards him, Jekyll run's away, in fear for dear life, he keeps looking over his shoulder to see the beast closing in, yet it never catches up, it stays a distance behind enough for him to feel the sharp blade, and never be fortunate enough to die with it and rest.

After running through empty London, and going into his house, and entering the library and running thought he tunnel, he forgets to see if the Rider is still behind him, and as he runs through the tunnel, he sees faces familiar, all standing in a corner, he only catches a glimpse of them before they step back into darkness. First he saw Utterson, with a look of betrayal, then Lanyon, Gull, Catherine Eddows stares at him with a look of outrage, Mary Kelly does the same before she steps into Darkness, he sees several familiar faces from his past, suddenly he seas Dorian looking at him with a look of smug contempt, Next he sees Rodney, Nemo, Mina looks at him with Disappointment, Tom as well, the last face he seas is Hyde's, smirking, as he is the last to retreat into darkness.

Jekyll climbs up the stairs leading into the abandoned Chapel, where he see's it burning in flames, a small preview of the Hell, he stand's in the middle of the ample Chapel, flames are everywhere, the floor beneath his gives away and he starts falling into an Infernal pit of Lava and Brimstone, he latches onto the edge of the floor, as he looks down for a fraction of a second, he seas thousands of demons, dancing and screaming for him to take his rightful place among them, they throw chains to his body and start pulling him down, he slips away ever so slowly, and as he's slipping the shrouded figure comes by him, the towering figure, no less than eight feet in height, clocked in black, kneels besides him, removing the cloak and speaking as he does so, the unmistakable scotch accent, echoing, the thick black brows above the keen black eyes and the gray beard, Allen Quatermain.

"You cannot run away from weakness;" he started, "You must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if so, why not now, and where you stand?"

Jekyll's fingers can't take it any longer, and he falls into Hell, his screams of fear blend into the demons' screams of joy, the chains pull him among them in tremendous speed.

As he falls, his screams, the echo of Quatermain's words, the demons' roars, the rings of big Ben, all blend into a harrowing sound.

Jekyll almost slipped of the mattress, he was regaining his consciousness, in an hour he was sober again, if a little dizzy.

He sat there for a few moments, nothing was resolved, nothing changed, he was still involved with the murders, Wesley and his lunatic associates were still on his case.

( vi )

Sawyer walked into Mina's room, she was just wrapping her red scarf around her neck, hiding the bite marks of Dracula.

"Hi," said Mina.
"Hi," said Sawyer, "We need to talk."

And they did, it was decided that their relationship had lost its initial momentum, and that there were no real feelings between them, that merit an attempt of, besides those of friendship, trust and camaraderie, they left each other, once again becoming Mr. Sawyer and Ms Murray, on good terms.

( vii )

Jekyll left the Opium Den, where many still laid unconscious, he was ashamed of the manner he chose to solve his problems, and there must be another way.

Outside it was early morning outside, workers were starting to get around to the their Jobs, Jekyll decided to walk home, rather than use the tunnel, it would be a brain teaser for the Scotlandyarders; figuring out how could he be going home when he never left it.

As Jekyll was passing through a square, he noticed a crowd huddling around a certain point, his dizziness prevented him from figuring out what it must have been, and he went to look as well.

There in the center of the huddle, was a bloody body of a young blond woman, her eyes were gouged out and her chest was cut open.

Jekyll's eyes shot open as he realized who it was, his maid.

Jekyll slowly backed away, spun around and ran; he couldn't believe that they done it, what had she done to deserve it? This was all his fault.

Bystanders stared at the Auburn haired, bearded gentleman, running and muttering inaudibly to himself.

She was not a whore, she had no information that could implicate the society, and this was uncalled for.
It had to stop.

( vii )

A meeting was called for the members of the League, Sawyer and Mina were quick to reach the meeting room, Skinner was yanked out of his bed to attend, and Nemo was already there with important developments.

"There has been another murder." said Nemo "Where?" asked Mina.
"Whitchappel, Patricia Archer, a housemaid, rumor has it she had an Opium Problem, and occasionally prostituted to finance her addiction"
"Wait a minute, Pat Archer as in Jekyll's maid?" asked Skinner.

Everyone looked to Skinner, that information was not known by the rest, "I've seen her couple of times, she smelt of Opium once, but couldn't pin point it as Opium at the time"
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we now have to consider Jekyll as a serious suspect." said Nemo.
"Mr Sawyer, Mr Skinner, check downtown London, Ms Murray, check his house."

"That won't be necessary."

Everyone spun in their seat to look at the source of the voice, in the doorway, they saw Jekyll, looking pale, tired and bothered, and his hair and beard were scruffy.

"I've come on my own, I'm willing to cooperate, I'll tell you who's done it and why, both now and in 1888, I don't want anything it return. I'm doing this because it has to stop."

Everyone was still silent, unable to believe Jekyll was before them, promising to give them knowledge of matters that provoked mass curiosity for over 11 years.

Jekyll looked at Nemo, smiled tiredly and said, "Hi, Captain, How have you been?"