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Sean Malloy-1: Sorry, but since Terry wasn't one of the originally recruited League members, he won't be replaced; mourned, yes, but not replaced

LXG 2004 2: Lazarus

The leather-clad form of a tall, slender, athletic brunette walked through the corridors leading to the main room in this labyrinth of corridors below the manor of Ordgahz, her fingers itching over the nine millimetre Beretta she'd acquired from the room of her infamous predecessor in this house's gang of Death Dealers.

Katie may have disagreed with Selene's tastes in men- getting involved with a lycan, for the Elders' sake!- but she had to admit that the vampiress had possessed good taste in weapons.

And clothes, when she'd been bothered to shop rather then wage the war that had consumed her every waking moment ever since she became a vampire…

And she threw this whole life away for a dog? Katie thought to herself again, as she began to descend down the stairs that led to the chamber of the Elders. Why?

She shook that thought off; it wasn't doing her any good, and it wasn't her business to speculate about why her adversaries did what they did. Right now, she had some news to report to Marcus, the sole surviving Elder, regarding the locations of the renegades.

She could only hope he was in a good mood today; lately, Marcus had been proving constantly more unpredictable…

She finally reached the main chamber. Nodding at the Death Dealer who acted as security to the chamber, Katie turned and waited for the door to open, and then walked into the room, looking up at the throne with the ever-present slight tinge of apprehension.

Marcus sat in his throne, as always dressed in the gold-trimmed red robes and dark red trousers that were his favoured apparel, silver daggers dangling from his waist. He was a tall man with a lined face and dark hair, nearly hanging down to his shoulders. His chest, although not muscular, was visibly well developed, and he would have given off an impression of great strength even if he'd been a mortal.

AN: Picture Marcus as looking like William Dafoe with longer hair than normal- and, of course, the hair is black

"Yes?" he said, raising an eyebrow at Katie. "What do you want?"

"M-my lord," Katie said, bowing slightly in respect for the ancient vampire before looking back at him, "our spies report sightings of both Kraven and Selene in England."

"Together?" Marcus inquired.

"No, my lord," Katie said, shaking her head. "Kraven was sighted in a casino in London, playing blackjack against a man we identified as a British secret service agent known as James Bond. Selene and her lycan pet, however, were seen going into a house in Edinburgh. Our records show that the house belongs to a young man called Harry Potter, who lives there with his lover, Ginerva Weasley."

"Have we captured either of them yet?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Katie swallowed; this was the bit she really hadn't been looking forward to. Kraven evaded capture could be excused- after all, he had been involved in organising the Coven's operations for some centuries, so it was only to be expected that he'd manage to evade them.

But Selene's escape- if 'escape' was the correct term; they still didn't know what had happened there…

Katie had to admit, it was rather embarrassing.

"Sadly, no, my lord," she said, trying to look him in the eyes as she spoke. "Kraven evaded our patrols in the street, and Selene… Well, when our troops entered the house to take them prisoner…"

She swallowed. "It was empty."

Marcus merely nodded thoughtfully, and then looked back at Katie with a raised eyebrow, a manner he often assumed when he was about to ask a question.

"This Harry Potter… would his middle name be 'James', perchance?" Marcus asked.

Katie nodded; they'd found that information when they'd hacked into the computer records of the real estate people in that area, to determine who Selene had sought shelter with.

"How did you know that?" she asked Marcus, curiosity overriding her natural fear.

"His name recently cropped up in regards to some… old business I like to keep in touch with," Marcus said, smiling slightly, as though at some fond memory, before his manner became professional again. "Mr Potter is a member of a unique organisation supervised by a joint British/American group of politicians and secret service operatives, who call themselves 'the Coalition'. Kraven's encounter with James Bond is an intriguing coincidence; Bond himself is the field leader of the group that includes Mr Potter among its members."

"This 'group' is?" Katie asked inquiringly.

"They call themselves the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen these days," Marcus said, as he looked back at Katie. "They consist of anyone with certain… unusual powers, shall we say… who, more often than not, take an active interest in protecting others with their abilities. The current group includes a spy, two aliens, a martial artist, a thief with the power to control electricity, a scientist who can turn invisible, a powerful psychic, a wizard- the erstwhile Mr Potter- and, of course, a very unique member of the Soulless."

Katie blinked in surprise. She'd heard of the Soulless class of vampire, of course- they were part of the reason vampires still had a bad name in the world- but… one of them working with humans?

"How does that happen?" she asked Marcus. "Why does the Soulless not simply kill the humans at the first chance?"

"Because he fails to live up to his name and actually has a soul," Marcus replied, smiling slightly at Katie's surprise. "Yes, I know it's unexpected, but take into account, the Soulless are not like us; they are still the demon that many mortals believe us to be as a whole. Us?"

He looked at his hand, flexed his fingers, and smiled slightly. "For all our… extras, we are, essentially, enhanced human beings; nothing supernatural about us. Even the vampire virus can be scientifically analysed and altered…"

"You mean like with the hybrid?" Katie asked. She knew little of the circumstances that had created the abomination that accompanied Selene like a bodyguard, but had gathered from sources around the mansion that it had been something about the mortal's blood that allowed him to merge both vampire and lycan DNA without the two destroying each other.

"Essentially, yes," Marcus said, nodding briefly at Katie before pointing back at the door. "Now, go, and see if you can find any trace of Selene; if she has contacted the League, we may be in serious trouble."

Katie raised an eyebrow at that. It wasn't that Marcus was arrogant, but still… to be so nervous about a gathering of mortals, no matter how skilled…

"But… why?" she asked, looking at Marcus curiously. "Surely the League are merely mortals; how can they pose a threat to us?"

Marcus seemed about to dismiss her query, but then changed his mind and just shrugged slightly.

"I may as well get it out in the open," he said, looking back at Katie. "The League was originally created in 1196. Of course, then it was known as 'the Fellowship of Extraordinary Men', but I digress. Anyway…"

He sighed slightly, and looked at a small ring he wore on the pinkie finger of his left hand. Many vampires had noticed this ring, reflecting that it seemed a trivial artefact for a vampire of Marcus's stature. Normally, the heirlooms of Elders were larger things, such as Viktor's sword or Amelia's necklace, but this ring was a small thing. It was made of gold, with a blood-red ruby in the centre, held in the ring with two thin bands of crossed gold that, if examined closely, almost seemed to resemble arrows.

Marcus looked back up at Katie. "I was a member of the Fellowship."

Katie's eyes widened.

"You… you were?" she asked, unable to contain her surprised. She'd always thought that vampires- her class, at least; she wasn't sure about the Soulless or the Dracula class- stayed out of human affairs as a rule…

And yet Marcus had fought with humans?

"Yes, I know it was unexpected, but they did offer to see about giving us more protection from angry mortals if I gave the Fellowship my strength," the Elder said, smiling at her incredulous stare. "But…"

He shrugged, a sad little smile on his face, showing that the memories, although good in their way, were painful for him as well. "Well, what can I say? The Fellowship grew on me, and I grew rather fond of them; I even attended the funerals of the other four members."

Katie nodded regretfully at that comment. Vampires generally avoided forming emotional attachments with humans; the shortness of their lives always left the vampires feeling depressed after their loss.

To even have attended their funerals…

It showed that Marcus had cherished a sizable amount of respect and affection for all the members of the Fellowship.

"I… I'm sorry," she said, bowing her head in respect.

Marcus nodded. "Thank you," he said simply.

Then he sat back in his throne and smiled slightly at her. "That is the reason I have such a respect for the League; I was a member of the very first incarnation of the team. If the new League are even half as powerful as the Fellowship were, then we are in trouble."

Then he turned away and pointed at the door to his chamber. "Now, go," he said, snarling slightly; evidently, despite his casual attitude, the questions were starting to frustrate him.

Katie nodded and left the chamber, her mind spinning from the information she had learned.

A team of remarkable individuals, with a legacy going all the way back to the twelfth century… one of the Soulless working with other beings on a long-term basis… wizards and aliens allied with psychics and martial artists…

Katie shook her head; she couldn't spend her time thinking about all those pointless details. She had to get the Death Eaters organised.

Still, it had been a fascinating history lesson…

"So, basically, you're asking us to help you win a war?" Elektra asked, as she stared at Selene and Michael with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit extensive?"

"No, we're not asking you to help us win the war," Selene said. "We want you to help us end it by taking down the man who's preventing it from ending."

"Who is?" the Doctor asked, smiling over at Selene as he spoke. Bond shook his head in bemused wonder at the sight; he still couldn't get used to the idea that this young, fair-haired man was the Doctor he'd met only a month ago…

And now, in all probability, he would never see again.

Bond shook his head and turned back to look at Selene and Michael; right now, they had other business to attend to.

"The subject is a rather unusual individual; a hybrid who calls himself 'Lazarus'," Michael explained, as he looked around the table. "We don't know where he came from, but he seems to have been manipulating the war behind the scenes ever since Selene killed Viktor; he seems determined to keep the war going on until at least one species- vampire or lycan- is totally annihilated, and he seems to have little concern about which one it is."

"Um… you sure he's a hybrid?" Ginny put in, raising her hand.

Bond still wasn't quite sure about the idea of including a new member in their group, even if it was only a reserve member. He knew that Harry wouldn't have allowed her into the League if he thought she couldn't handle it, and knew that the League probably needed all the help they could get if they were going to win this fight. Still… the League had already developed a comfortable group dynamic on their last mission; did they really need a new member that would change the dynamic even more?

Then his eyes fell on the Doctor, and the spy realised that the group dynamic would have changed anyway. Even with the brief time he'd spent in the company of this new incarnation, he'd quickly gathered that the Doctor's personality had changed just as drastically, if not more so, than his physical appearance.

If they were going to adapt to one new face (Even if it was technically an old face), they might as well learn to work with another new one.

"Yeah, we're sure," Michael said, nodding over in Ginny's direction. "We came close to taking him down a few times, but we've only ever been able to do a small bit of damage to him before he's managed to escape. But he's a hybrid, all right; nothing else looks like that."

"Right then," Fiona said, standing up and looking around at the other League members. "Shall we get to the Nautilus and get moving?"

"Indeed," the Doctor said, as he stood up and looked over at his friend. "Come on, Turlough; time and tide wait for no man, even a Time Lord."

He looked over at Angel. "You will get the TARDIS moved to the Nautilus, won't you?"

"On that topic, any reason we couldn't use the TARDIS to get about?" Ginny asked, indicating the Police Box. "I mean, it is faster than the Nautilus, from what I've heard of it…"

"But less accurate; I'm notoriously erratic on short hops," the Doctor said, shrugging. "Besides, we can't just dive in there without a plan; the Nautilus may take longer, but it gives us more of a chance to think things through."

Ginny nodded. "Good point," she said, before turning to look at her lover. "Shall we, Mr Potter?" she asked, offering him her arm.

"Of course, Miss Weasley," Harry replied, taking the offered arm as the two of them walked out of the conference room, closely followed by the other League members.