Chapter Eighteen:
The League stood outside Castle Dracula and looked up to the tall towers. "Where d'you suppose he's hiding?" Sawyer asked the others. "The towers or the dungeons?"
"He's probably somewhere we would never think to look," Mina said. "Especially if he knows we're coming, which he probably does."
Angela tilted her head at an angel. "Why is there more than one light on?" she wondered aloud. "Surely the demon lives alone. Unless he has some agents there to confuse us…"
Nemo was the first to return to reality. "Angela, Mina, the two of you find Dracula," he said. The women nodded. "The others and I will take care of any other threatening persons in the castle."
Mina hugged Jekyll tightly before she left, saying, "I guess this is good-bye, my love." She kissed him. "I'll miss you."
"We'll see each other again," Jekyll whispered to her, letting her go.
"Mina," Angela said, waiting by the castle door. "We don't have much time." Mina joined Angela and they entered the castle. As they walked through the dark, dank and dirty corridors, Angela said, "Mina, when it happens—when Dracula dies, you need to allow yourself to die as well."
"Angela, I've resolved to do that already."
"I know," the Angel said softly. "But, when you do, you will be sent to the Gates of Heaven. Do. Not. Go. Through. Wait for me there. Whatever Angels try to get you through the Gates, simply say that you are waiting for me. That I promised to come. They'll understand."
The Vampiress nodded. "Is there a reason why?" she asked.
"Yes. But you cannot know it now."
They walked through tall double doors and entered the large ballroom of the castle. The doors snapped close behind them. The candelabras lining the walls and the chandeliers all flared to life. A ghostly orchestra began to play. As Angela and Mina looked around them, a disturbing voice filled the large room.
"Welcome to my home, Angela. Mina, welcome back."