Yeah, it’s the final chapter, yeah! But wait, there is so much Samyo needs to explain (bad author, bad!). Okay, here is the deal. I’m sick of this series, but don’t you worry. I will next start working on the Confessions of Agent Thomas Sawyer, American Secret Service. After that, I will start writing Star Crossed Lovers, a sequel to the OTVK series. However, there is a hunch. People have to review this last chapter, and I need to decide which famous literary characters and Wild West outlaws to use. Translation: I NEED YOUR INPUT!

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Special Thanks: The few people who reviewed.

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“Henry, do you think it’s possible?”

“I don’t know, Mina, anything is at this point.”

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It had been a full week since the ordeal, yet it was still fresh in everybody’s mind. The British government had somehow caught wind of the ordeal and had ordered the League’s immediate return. From there, Alejandra and Skinner were transferred to a military hospital.

For Sawyer, after the information he disclosed during Nemo’s interrogation, was handed over to the British government to prevent detainment from the American government. However, both parties were deeply unsettled by the facts that Gray was still alive, and that Jack the Ripper, or a possible Jack the Ripper, was on his pay roll. A deal was struck, that in return for evidence of Gray’s demise, Sawyer would be pardoned for his treason and reinstated.

Agent Joseph’s Harper body was immediately sent back to America, with Agent Sawyer as his escort.

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“Rodney, do you think I’m really cured?” Skinner stood by the window, staying silent for a moment.

“I hope so…” Alejandra smiled; it seemed ages since she last smiled.

“Rodney?”

“Yes, love?”

“What happens now?” He walked to her bed and took a seat by her.

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

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“You got off lucky, I hope you know that.” Broad Arrow Jack thought he was let off to easy, but he had no power in the situation. There were bigger fish to fry, as the saying goes.

“Yes, and thanks for reminding me.” Sawyer wouldn’t go as far as calling it luck, just understanding. Though, after Joe’s funeral, he didn’t think the League would understand anymore.

“Alice, I need to find Alice…”

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“Nemo, what will become of the girl?”

“That has yet to be decided, though I personally would like to keep her around.”

“And what is that suppose to mean?” Mina didn’t like her at all, now that she knew who Alejandra really was.

“She is gifted, and we could use someone with her gifts.”

“No we don’t,” Mina thought to herself, for she now knew why she recognized her. Alejandra was a descendant of Dracula; the dark prince, the son of the devil, but most of all, the one who made her a monster.

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She came to me, the night before we stole the portrait. She came and laid beside me, I held her like I could never hold her again.

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course," I said, "I could never stop loving you."

I fell asleep, but was awoken when she had a vision. It was violent, she said that we would die. I tried to calm her down, but to no avail.

"He's gonna kill you," she kept saying, "he's gonna kill you."

"I 'm not going to die, I promise."

THE END