"This is stupid." Hopkins declared. "And it's getting worse by the chapter. I'm heading back to Scotland Yard. That's where everybody else is."

Cullen nodded. "Do you mind if I join you? I've never met a super hero before."

Hopkins shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Using their super-human speed, the two were able to reach the station in record time. Bradstreet jumped, then glared at Hopkins as they arrived.

"You startled me." He grumbled. "Who's this?"

"Dr. Cullen." Hopkins said. "This is Inspector Bradstreet."

"Nice to meet you." Cullen said.

"Too bad it's not under better circumstances." Bradstreet replied cheerfully. They went inside, and found Holmes, Watson, and the Lestrades inside.

"You're back!" Hopkins cried.

"You're a vampire!" Lestrade retorted.

"Stay away from my daughter." Holmes growled at Bradstreet. "Even if she shouldn't exist."

"I'm trying!" Bradstreet protested. "I really am. But she won't leave me alone, and Gregson says-"

Gregson was back. "I'm outnumbered!" He declared, his eyes wide. "I thought you were supposed to take care of the vampires, Hopkins!"

"They teamed up?" Bradstreet was impressed.

"You didn't tell me there were three of them." Hopkins complained.

Lestrade sighed. Then his eyes flew open, and he screamed-

"I am not screaming." Lestrade protested indignantly.

Lestrade sighed. Then his eyes flew open, and he gasped and fell to the floor. Watson was by his side almost as quickly as the inhuman Cullen.

Both turned to study the group before them, but it was Gregson who actually said it.

"He's dead."

"You knew?" Hopkins demanded.

Elisabeth Lestrade glared at the super villain who had just killed her husband. "This is ridiculous." She announced, in a tone that dared him or anyone else to even breathe without her persmission.I've had enough of this foolishness. Now you be still. You too." She told the three vampires who were eyeing the humans as if they might make a tasty snack. The super villain, and the vampires, for that matter, decided it was better to do as Elisabeth had said.

Then she turned and drew a circle on the ground and began chanting and muttering.

"What is she doing?" Bradstreet wanted to know.

"She's a witch, remember?" Hopkins whispered back.

"Shhh!" Elisabeth turned her glare on the two Inspectors.

"Sorry." They mumbled.

A bright light shot upwards from the ground inside the circle, and shifted and swirled and gradually became a person.

The young lady standing before them had long brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was also dressed in outlandish clothing rather remniscent of what the Lestrades were wearing.

The young lady looked around, confused. Then her eyes met Elisabeth's and she swallowed nervously. "Hi." She said. "Can I help you?"

Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.