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Alan Quartermain wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He was in the middle of the Transylvanian mountain range with Agent Sawyer and Skinner. Mina, Dorian and Nemo decided to stay in the ship.

"So who are we looking for?" Sawyer asked, following Alan up the rocky face of the mountain trail.

"A scientist by the name of Victor Johann Frankenstein." He said brusquely. "And we're not looking for him; we’re trying to protect him from the Fantom."

"Frankenstein?" Sawyer inquired. "The Dr. Frankenstein?"

"The one wit' that great bloody monster?" Skinner asked, tripping over a hole in the path.

"His great-grandson." Quartermain answered. "He's a well-known recluse whose whereabouts were never discovered...until now. M thinks that he could be next."

"Why would the Fantom want with a reclusive scientist?" Sawyer asked, puzzled.

"The Frankenstein family knows the secret of bringing the dead back to life." Alan said shortly.

"Ooh, yeah," Skinner said, nodding. "I've 'eard of 'im. They say that the family 'as a curse on 'em. They all die young."

"Uh, yes that’s the legend." Alan said. They walked in silence for a few minutes until they came to an ancient door in the cliffside. Alan pounded on the door and waited. The door opened to reveal the young, pale face of a boy hefting an iron lantern.

"Who calls in dis late hour?" He said in a heavy Romanian accent.

"We have come for the master of this castle, boy." Alan said. The boys black eyes widened and he opened the door wide.

"Forgive me. Doktor Johann is vatink for you. Follow me." The boy was wrapped in an old quilt and the lantern seemed too heavy for his thin white fingers, but he escorted them quickly through a maze of dark corridors.

"Wot a charming decor," Skinner said dryly. "Does Dracula live here?"

"May I ask who you gentlemen are?" he asked softly, turning a corner.

"We are the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Dorian said. The boy raised one black brow.

"I haff heard of you. My master's compatriot, M, has discussed it in length vith Herr Doktor. I hope he vill not be in any danger."

"I assure you, we are trying to keep him out of trouble." Sawyer said, trying to find his way in the gloom. The boy nodded and stopped at a stone door with a gilded cross embedded into it.

"Dis is my master's study. He vill be vatink for you inside." The boy said, knocking on the door and leaving the lantern on a wall hook. "You may go in." The League started filing in, one by one into a large circular library. Everything was lit with candles and lamps, so that few shadows were present. A large oak table was stacked high with open books. Books littered the floor as well, as if someone in frenzy had flung them in anger at the shadowy portrait that loomed on the wall. A giant blood red armchair was turned, its back to the fireplace and the staircase.

"You came." A soft, slightly hoarse voice floated down from the top of the staircase. They looked up to see a thin young man dressed in a proper English suit. He looked very much like his servant in appearance, save that he was haggard and had dark circles under his eyes. He started down the stairs, leaning heavily on the banister. "I had heard you were comink." he said, holding out his hand to Alan. "My name is Doktor Johann Frankenstein, but I assume you already knew." Alan shook his hand, noting the weak grip and clammy texture. He walked heavily to the armchair and sat down. "Forgive me for sittink in your presence. I fear der is somethink in the air dat is makink me unvell." He leaned back and stared at them with shiny feverish eyes. "Thell me vhy you are here."

"Doctor, we are here to escort you to a safe haven so that the Fantom will not kidnap you." Alan said. The Doctor leaned even farther into the chair

"I see. And vhy should I leave my own haven?" He asked, gesturing to the library. "Gentlemen, I haff been safe her for many years, vhy vould I risk goink vis you vis the veak promise dat I vill not be harmed?"

"'e's got a point!" Skinner said. Johann smiled wanly at him.

"Skinner, shut up." Alan growled.

"It seems der is dissention in your ranks, Herr Quartermain." Suddenly, he doubled over, coughing violently. Alan rushed to hielp him when he fell out of the armchair. Alan paused, his hand on Johanns arm and chest. Johann murmured his thanks as he sat back down. "I...don't have...de best...of...health." he gasped. "I tink it is best if i stay here." He gasped, pressing a handkerchief to his mouth. He rang a bell on the table next to his chair. the young boy came back in.

"Yes, Herr Doktor?" He asked.

"Please show de gentlemen out, Malov." As they walked out, Alan turned and stared at him.

"I hope you change your mind," He said, turning towards the door. "Madam Frankenstein."

Johann stared after Alan, smiling at the perceptive old man.
"Are you going vis dem?" Malov asked, coming back in the room.
"I don't know." She said, getting up to stare at the portrait.
"I like dem, Sister." He stared at her. She smiled, walking to him and hugging him.
"Do you not need me here?" He stood rigid within her embrace and pulled away.
"I tink it vould be safer if you went vis dem." he whispered. She went and sat down.
"I vill tink about it." She closed her eyes. "I am tired. Could you get me some cocoa?" He nodded his head and left the room. she rubbed her neck and stared at the portrait. "Great-grandfather's curse keeps me here. If I vere to leave here I vould be killed. The monster vould leave my brother alone." her eyes closed and she sighed. "I vill sleep on it."