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Mina Harker; Chemist, Vampire, Woman

I could hear voices coming from within the chamber. I opened the door.

“Am I late?” I asked, standing at the entrance to the library.

“A woman’s prerogative, Mrs. Harker.”

“Please tell me this is Harker’s wife- with a sick note,” groaned a voice deeper into the room.

“Sick would be a mild understatement,” I replied crisply. “My husband’s been dead for years.”

“Gentlemen, Mrs. Wilimena Harker. Mina’s prior…acquaintance with a reluctant league member may prove useful.”

That is one way to phrase it, I suppose.

“I’m waiting to be impressed!”

M. redirected the room’s attention. " The fate of the world is at stake. There are still two more members to recruit. The clock has turned, gentlemen.”

“Kicking us out already? A moment ago it was sherry and giggles.” The invisible man tugged his collar into place, hiding his nonexistent neckline and led the gathered aboveground and into the sodden streets of London.

Following, I raised my umbrella as we exited towards a lengthy white mechanical contraption with a man stood dripping beside it.

“What in God’s name is that?”

“I call it an ‘auto-mobile.’”

“Yeah, but what is it?”

“The future, gentlemen. The future.” He walked to the man standing before us. “This is my first mate.”

“Call me Ishmael. Please.” He gestured towards the auto-mobile, waiting for us to enter, no doubt. I cautiously looked around at the bystanders staring at the ostentatious contraption I was about to step into, and letting myself in, we roared down the streets.