Dr. Nemesis made his way into the Red Light District, walking along the back road towards The Hellfire Club. As secretive as the organisation was, there was no real doubt that the club was their fort. The front doors opened smoothly and the Doctor was instantly met by bass, thumping throughout the entirety of the club. It wasn't his kind of music, but it was to be expected.

The main floor was filled with circular booths that contained a mixture of tables and empty spaces. Some with poles, some without. Red hearts patterned a carpet flooring and multicoloured laser lights flashes repeatedly. No doubt the alcohol was costly. And perhaps cheap.

Nemesis pushed his way to booth twenty-four and took a seat. Pressing down on the button in the center of a table before him. The seating area span, turning and taking him downwards. Black and white lights pulsed in the walls of the circular shaft. When the elevator came to a halt, he was faced with four chairs, black and white. It matched the colour scheme of the club. He got to his feet and stepped forwards.

"You stand before the Hellfire Club." A woman spoke. Her voice was soft but stern. Demanding authority and gaining it. A single lock of blond hair cold be seen at the edge of the seat. "What is it you need?"

"The blood of the Royal Family." Bradley replies simply, setting his hat on the table beside him . Watching as a waitress brings a glass of white wine over. He takes it with gratitude and sips. Whoever it was that bought this particular brand had a good taste.

"The royal family?" A male voice asks, familiar to Bradley. He just had to place it, it had been some time since he had heard it.

"Yes."

Another male voice speaks up, harsher and more cocky in comparison to the woman. "It would be surprisingly doable. We would just have to move all the pieces in place. What can you give us in return?"

"And end to the Marauders. Without them, you solely control Tian."

The chair on the far left spins, and a blonde woman looks at him, raising her brow. James tilts his head, recognising Emma Frost. He should have guessed she would play a part in all this. But some things are not always prepared for. The other two chairs spin around, and Azazel looks at him curiously, horns snaking their way up and over his head. The second man rises, a small smile on his face.

"You're looking well, Bradley." He says, noting the Doctors. seeming lack of aging. Nemesis stares at him. He remembered Auschwitz well. Someone had sped into the camp, and not long after they were assaulted by mutants. Some of the first, perhaps. But Shaw had died that night, defeated in brutal fashion.

"It is good to see you Shaw." Bradley replied, keeping his mouth shut about the fact his colleague stood before him. Perhaps Sinister rescued him, while leaving Bradley for dead. "And in such an important position."

"You aid you could help us with defeating the Marauders. How?" Emma asked, snapping attention back to her and to the topic at hand.

"I need, and want, Sinister dead. I'm going to need the Marauders out of the way to do it. As well as extra firepower, which is where the Royal Family comes in. After that... I have plans."

"You're missing something." Emma replied sharply.

"I'm missing something?"

"You know something about the royal family we don't."

"Whatever it is, it's likely not of importance." Azazel muttered, raising his brow. "He needs blood. We need the Marauders out of the way."

"I've seen what this man, and Sinister are capable of. I say we go for it." Shaw replies to them all, turning on his heel slightly, arms wide.

"Then we wait for the right opportunity."

Selene Gallio was older than the Egyptians. Older than the Babylonians. She was the oldest woman of all time. All thanks to being one of the first mutants, and a vampiric one. She dropped the skull in her hand, that belonged to a (now former) male model. His beauty had astounding, but she cared little for looks. She just needed his life.

Donald Pierce stood nearby, holding a brown folder in his hands as he waits for her to finish. She dropped the skull and pressed her heel down sharply, puncturing and shattering the scalp. She tilted her head slightly as she watched Donald and stepped forward, running a finger under his chin and down his Adams apple, which bobbed with fear.

"Do not worry, little bird. You have a use."

"And I'm sure the world will miss David Gandy." Donald replies, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she walks around him, running her fingertips along his shoulders. "The fangirls, mostly. Those with teenage needs."

"Imagining women in private is not on my to-do list. Shall we get down to business? Unlike yourself, I don't live beyond the normal age span of a person."

"What have you got for me this time?" The pale vampire asks, walking back in front of him.

"There is a facility in England, with ties to Trask. Inside lies a treasure trove of secrets, and materials that will help."

She takes the folder and reads it, thumbing through parts of it with interest. Classified materials, living metals. Weapons of great power. It was all there, she just needed it for herself. The Hellfire Club can get the remains of what she didn't want. Though she was the Black Queen she still needed cards for herself.

"Interesting... Then I will make my way there." She responds in a sultry manner, pulling the folder from his hands and ensuring her fingers run along his. "Just ensure, that Trask does not interfere. I'm trusting you and Wyngrade, do not disappoint."

"You doubt us?" Pierce asks, raising his brow at Selene. Annoyed at the possibility of being doubted. He'd spent the last several years in Trasks pocket alongside Wyngrade. This was not what he wanted to hear.

"Actually, I do."

"I see. Then please, send someone who does trust us in future. Preferably Azazel."

Selene laughed, finding the idea of being told what to do amusing. She's the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. Nobody orders her. She was his boss. She grappled him by the back of his head and pulled down sharply, bending him over backwards.

"Donald. Do not try me. Now get back to Trask, or I'll send you there in a coma."

"There's one more thing. I have a sample." He tells her hurriedly, trying to get back in her good graces. Her brows raise up, looking at him expectedly. She drops him to the floor and waits. Pierce pulls a small vial from a pocket and passes it to her, containing a liquid metal.

"Apparently it can bond with a living host."

"Trask has been up to some interesting projects. Hasn't he?" She replies, holding the vial up to the light and turning, walking towards a bald man. "We go to England."

He nods and extends a gentle hand. A moment later and they vanish to England. Dust spraying the area and Pierce, who was still on the floor.

"Witch."

PROGRESS.

I'll try and get a plot post up once a week. Next week... The Life and Times of Mr. Sinister.

As for the Time Travel Plot. I know how I want to end it. But writing it is proving surprisingly difficult to do. But do not worry, it will be finished.