The prologue to this little piece of work, a Tom and Allan slash. It basically sets up what mission the LXG is going on now...it'll be really short(the prologue, not the story), so sorry in advance.
I do not own the LXG or anything connected/mentioned in this fan fiction.
Prologue: Vampires in America
"Captain, we've got a message," hollered a Nautilus crew member as he marched into the meeting room where the League was assembled, clutching a roll of paper in his hand.
"Alright, let's see it then," Nemo replied, holding out a hand and taking the letter. After delivering his message, the man bowed his way out of the room.
Nemo read the letter quickly, frowning as he did so. He passed it off to Quatermain, who raised his eyebrows and looked straight at Mina, handing it to her.
Her hand tightened around the letter, crumpling it slightly, when she read it. Sawyer, who was dying of curiousity at that point, snatched it up.
"A coven of vampires in Pennsylvania?" he exclaimed loudly. Skinner shifted, looking interested, and Dorian smiled quietly over at Mina.
"Dracula all over again, hmm dear?" he said in a silky voice.
"You had better close that mouth of yours now, Dorian, or risk losing it for the rest of your very, very long life," she threatened. Dorian raised an eyebrow, but let it drop.
"It would appear that this particular coven is devouring more than its fair share of the American population," Quatermain said, steering the group back to the issue that was on hand.
"So they want us to deal with it?" Jekyll asked, speaking up.
"Only makes sense," Tom replied, full of the arrogance of youth. "After all, we have an amazing bunch here, and a vampire all of our own." Mina glared and his mouth snapped shut, guarding his tongue.
I know where you sleep, Mina mouthed silently to Tom when nobody was watching. His eyes widened in slight horror when he saw she wasn't joking.
"I hate to admit it, but Sawyer's right," Quatermain said in Tom's defence, making the young man perk up.
"All we have to do is take out a group of rash acting vampires, right? It should be simple," Dorian said nonchalantly. He glanced down at his fingernails, looking bored.
"If you think facing hell is easy, then, by all means, yes, it will be Dorian," Mina snapped, her voice full of anger as she stood up and left.
Skinner whistled lowly, earning him a sharp glance from Gray.
"We will have to stock up on supplies," Nemo cut in after a moment. Quatermain nodded in agreement.
"And I need to get a new rifle, mine has regrettably died," he added.
"Hey, I'll go with you," Tom said enthusiastically, eager to go shopping for guns. Quatermain studied him for a moment.
"Good then, it's settled. I'll have the crew pull us in to the nearest port and begin preparations for an ocean voyage. You two can get off there, and anybody else who needs items from land before we leave."
Everybody gave consent, and it was settled. In two days time, they'd be setting off for America.