Disclaimer: I don't own Lxg, or anything else that may have inspierd this
story. I do, however, own my imagination, and I'm satisfied with that.
She was polishing the silver when he came in. The look on his face was grim, and she swallowed the words about to be spoken. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the chair. The silver bowl she polished fell to the floor with a bang.
"Where is it? What did you do with it, girl?"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean?" His look, when he heard these words became even darker, if such a thing was possible at the moment.
"The portrait, girl! The portrait! What did you do with it?" "I have not touched it, master Gray." He let go of her arm, and turned to the stranger in the doorway behind them, the stranger he had gotten a glimpse of in the reflection of her eyes.
"What do you want?" The stranger merely smiled. His face was covered in a mask, of silver mabye, or another shiny metal. What little she could see of his face told of a person with a big scar. It looked like he had been burned, badly. When he spoke, his voice was that of a man with experience of the world, a man like master Gray.
"I have your precious portrait. An ugly sight, if I may say so." She did not see his master Gray's reaction, because she was busy with getting the silver bowl from under the table, but Gray's voice shook with surpressed anger as he answered.
"What it looks like is none of your buisness. Why have you taken it, and what," he said as he drew his cord, "what can stop me from killing you?" The stranger did not answer, but simply smiled, and walked over to her, placed the bowl in her hands at the table, and kissed her. She stiffened, not moving, not reacting. Gray reacted. He grabbed the stranger, and pulled him away from her. His face was now as it always were, calm and collected.
"I don't appreciate people kissing my maid against her will. Jacqueline, go to your room. Stay there until I say otherwise. You can continue on your work later." She bowed, and walked out of the room, staring at the floor. She could feel the stranger's eyes upon her. It made her feel dirty. On her way upstairs, she avoided to look on the wall.
Her room was not unpleasant, she had made sure of that, because she knew times like this one would come, times when she was unwanted or unwilling to face the company Dorian was in. A large bookshelf was next to a window facing the street. Her bed stood in the darkest corner, and a dresser stood next to the door. In the window- seat, she had stashed a lot of pillows, and on the table next to the window, three or four books supported a candle. A similar table, only with more books, stood by the bed. She layed down on the bed, not daring, nor willing to think about the strange visit dowstairs, an soon, she was asleep.
"I will come back, master Dorian, with more infomation about our plan."
"I cannot wait," was the sarcastic reply as Dorian followed his visitor to the door.
"I think you can. I trust you and your maid, so I will come unmasked the next time. I will, however, bring the mask, so you can identify me."
"One thing, if we shall work together..."
"Yes?"
"Leave my maid alone." The stranger did not reply, he walked out the door and disappeared into the London-fog.
Dorian Gray walked over to the door and listened.She was asleep, at least her breathing sounded like that when she slept. He pushed the door open, and sat down on her bed, stroking her hair. When she turned around in her sleep, he could see stripes on her cheeks. That bastard made her cry... a moment, his face twisted in anger. He will never do that again, he wowed, leaving the room.
When she came down the next day, Dorian was already awake. She felt guilty for being late, but had not slept well during the night. All she could think about was the stranger. She felt guilty that she hadn't pulled away, just frozen, like some dumb schoolgirl...
"Jacqueline, he will not bother you again. If he ever tries, call my name, and I will be there." Jacqueline didn't know what else to do, so she embraced him.
"Thank you..." She let go of him, and sat down blushing. Dorian knew she had given him a priceless gift, for rarely did Jacqueline let anybody touch her, and he had never seen her touch anyone at her own will. A hug was something you would treasure when she gave it to you.
"I will continue on the silver, Dorian."
"You do that, Jacqueline. I need to gather my thoughts."
"Romeo and Juliet is in the third shelf on the right. Hamlet is on your room."
"I did not think of reading a book." Jacqueline looked him in his eyes.
"In my bedroom, under the bed. The loose plank." Dorian nodded, and walked out. Jacqueline sat in the kitchen, polishing the silver and humming. She did not notice Dorian leaving the building, or mabye she didn't want too. All she did was polishing the silver, and when she was done, she put it back in place. When the darkness sorounded the house, Jacqueline knew Dorian would not come back that night. She went to bed, not waiting, but listening to the silence.
"Ready, professor... recording."
Jacqueline stood in the doorway to her room, looking down on the main room of the house. The room was filled with bookcases, and had two stories, sort of. The second one went with the wall, behind the bookcases, like a path of some kind. She listened to the professors plan, and smiled at Dorians comments, like "growl".
"Bomb voyage." At these words, Jacqueline pulled back into her room. So he would kill. It was'nt a surprise, and she knew he would do it without hesitation. It had to be done. At least it was different form when... Jacqueline shook the thoughts of her and sat down to read.
"Then the plan is finished. The next time we meet, I'll shoot your library to pieces."
"I can't wait."
"I bet you can't. Farewell, master Gray." Dorian watched M dissapear in the fog, and walked up to the mainroom, avoiding to look on the blank spot on his wall.
"Jacqueline! We're going to rearrange the library!"
They worked in silence, Jacqueline not knowing what to say, Dorian not willing to say anything. After a while, Jacqueline turned in the ladder and looked at him.
"Do you trust the professor?"
"Not even as far as I can throw him, and he trust me just as much. He had his men asking about us for weeks befor he stole the portrait."
"What did he get out of that?"
"The knowledge that's on the streets. It is mostly what they have heard, rumors and sayings, and none of it's close to the truth. He thinks he knows much about us, Jack. Do not let him suspect anything else."
"Of course not, Dorian."
"Back to work, Jack, back to work."
They were both satisfied with the results. All the valuable and rare books were safe, and yet the bookcases were filled.
"They will be here in a minute. To your room." Jacqueline quickly walked upstairs, and entered her room as she heard some talking outside.
"Charming place. Does Jack the Ripper live here?" Jacqueline smiled. It wasn't far off. She opened her dresser, and took out a black cloak, black gloves and two sooted steal-knives. Anything to hide in shadows. It would certainly come to fighting, and anything to weaken this M. No one would check the bodies anyway. She smiled as she pulled the hood over her head.
"Killing time..." She slipped into the shadows outside her room as one of M's soldiers came. He stared at her direction, not sure if he had seen anything. He didn't notice a boy with blond hair that snuck up upon him. The boy took the soldiers hekmet, and as the soldier turned, the boy hit him in the head with his rifle. The soldier fell, but the boy caught him, and placed him on the floor without a sound.
"Gray..."
"They're not mine." The boy wrapped the soldiers cloak around him, pleced the helmet on his head and walked out of sight. As soon as she felt safe, Jacqueline chekced the soldier. He was still breathing, but not long. She drew back to the shadows as the first shots could be heard.
She saw M run, and followed, as did the blond boy, only he didn't notice the three soldiers behind him, something Jacqueline did. The soldiers did not live long. She was about to follow M again, when she saw Dorian standing in front of a soldier. She gasped when the soldier shot Dorian, but she knew nothing would happen. The woman, Mina, did not know. Jacqueline smiled at the expression in her face when Dorian killed the soldier.
The battle was coming to an end, and Dorian cheked the upstairs for survivours. What he found was a girl with bloody knives.
"I see you joined in on the fun."
"Yes." She stared at Dorian, then smiled.
"Master Gray, you should change." Now, Dorian smiled too.
"I know, Jack. I'll go now, as you doubtless know. I want you to clean this mess up. And wait for me until I come back or untill you know I won't." They both looked starteled at this, but Dorian shook it of.
"I will come back."Dorian changed, and went dowstairs, trying not to boast about his immortality to Skinner.
"Where's Mina?"
"Oh, she's probably hip-deep in some sort of trouble, I imagine." Mina didn't like that comment, and she picked up her hat while telling Allan that her hips was not of his concern. A soldier ran forwards at that moment, putting a knife to Mina's throat. Jacqueline froze, staring at the knife, but then she noticed something. The womans eyes turned red... She was a vampire. Jacqueline had read it in some of the papers M had left behind. No wonder she could have red eyes. She walked into her room, watching the Leauge waiting for Nautilus. As they walked into the large boat, she put her hand to the window.
"Farewell, Father..."
She was polishing the silver when he came in. The look on his face was grim, and she swallowed the words about to be spoken. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the chair. The silver bowl she polished fell to the floor with a bang.
"Where is it? What did you do with it, girl?"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean?" His look, when he heard these words became even darker, if such a thing was possible at the moment.
"The portrait, girl! The portrait! What did you do with it?" "I have not touched it, master Gray." He let go of her arm, and turned to the stranger in the doorway behind them, the stranger he had gotten a glimpse of in the reflection of her eyes.
"What do you want?" The stranger merely smiled. His face was covered in a mask, of silver mabye, or another shiny metal. What little she could see of his face told of a person with a big scar. It looked like he had been burned, badly. When he spoke, his voice was that of a man with experience of the world, a man like master Gray.
"I have your precious portrait. An ugly sight, if I may say so." She did not see his master Gray's reaction, because she was busy with getting the silver bowl from under the table, but Gray's voice shook with surpressed anger as he answered.
"What it looks like is none of your buisness. Why have you taken it, and what," he said as he drew his cord, "what can stop me from killing you?" The stranger did not answer, but simply smiled, and walked over to her, placed the bowl in her hands at the table, and kissed her. She stiffened, not moving, not reacting. Gray reacted. He grabbed the stranger, and pulled him away from her. His face was now as it always were, calm and collected.
"I don't appreciate people kissing my maid against her will. Jacqueline, go to your room. Stay there until I say otherwise. You can continue on your work later." She bowed, and walked out of the room, staring at the floor. She could feel the stranger's eyes upon her. It made her feel dirty. On her way upstairs, she avoided to look on the wall.
Her room was not unpleasant, she had made sure of that, because she knew times like this one would come, times when she was unwanted or unwilling to face the company Dorian was in. A large bookshelf was next to a window facing the street. Her bed stood in the darkest corner, and a dresser stood next to the door. In the window- seat, she had stashed a lot of pillows, and on the table next to the window, three or four books supported a candle. A similar table, only with more books, stood by the bed. She layed down on the bed, not daring, nor willing to think about the strange visit dowstairs, an soon, she was asleep.
"I will come back, master Dorian, with more infomation about our plan."
"I cannot wait," was the sarcastic reply as Dorian followed his visitor to the door.
"I think you can. I trust you and your maid, so I will come unmasked the next time. I will, however, bring the mask, so you can identify me."
"One thing, if we shall work together..."
"Yes?"
"Leave my maid alone." The stranger did not reply, he walked out the door and disappeared into the London-fog.
Dorian Gray walked over to the door and listened.She was asleep, at least her breathing sounded like that when she slept. He pushed the door open, and sat down on her bed, stroking her hair. When she turned around in her sleep, he could see stripes on her cheeks. That bastard made her cry... a moment, his face twisted in anger. He will never do that again, he wowed, leaving the room.
When she came down the next day, Dorian was already awake. She felt guilty for being late, but had not slept well during the night. All she could think about was the stranger. She felt guilty that she hadn't pulled away, just frozen, like some dumb schoolgirl...
"Jacqueline, he will not bother you again. If he ever tries, call my name, and I will be there." Jacqueline didn't know what else to do, so she embraced him.
"Thank you..." She let go of him, and sat down blushing. Dorian knew she had given him a priceless gift, for rarely did Jacqueline let anybody touch her, and he had never seen her touch anyone at her own will. A hug was something you would treasure when she gave it to you.
"I will continue on the silver, Dorian."
"You do that, Jacqueline. I need to gather my thoughts."
"Romeo and Juliet is in the third shelf on the right. Hamlet is on your room."
"I did not think of reading a book." Jacqueline looked him in his eyes.
"In my bedroom, under the bed. The loose plank." Dorian nodded, and walked out. Jacqueline sat in the kitchen, polishing the silver and humming. She did not notice Dorian leaving the building, or mabye she didn't want too. All she did was polishing the silver, and when she was done, she put it back in place. When the darkness sorounded the house, Jacqueline knew Dorian would not come back that night. She went to bed, not waiting, but listening to the silence.
"Ready, professor... recording."
Jacqueline stood in the doorway to her room, looking down on the main room of the house. The room was filled with bookcases, and had two stories, sort of. The second one went with the wall, behind the bookcases, like a path of some kind. She listened to the professors plan, and smiled at Dorians comments, like "growl".
"Bomb voyage." At these words, Jacqueline pulled back into her room. So he would kill. It was'nt a surprise, and she knew he would do it without hesitation. It had to be done. At least it was different form when... Jacqueline shook the thoughts of her and sat down to read.
"Then the plan is finished. The next time we meet, I'll shoot your library to pieces."
"I can't wait."
"I bet you can't. Farewell, master Gray." Dorian watched M dissapear in the fog, and walked up to the mainroom, avoiding to look on the blank spot on his wall.
"Jacqueline! We're going to rearrange the library!"
They worked in silence, Jacqueline not knowing what to say, Dorian not willing to say anything. After a while, Jacqueline turned in the ladder and looked at him.
"Do you trust the professor?"
"Not even as far as I can throw him, and he trust me just as much. He had his men asking about us for weeks befor he stole the portrait."
"What did he get out of that?"
"The knowledge that's on the streets. It is mostly what they have heard, rumors and sayings, and none of it's close to the truth. He thinks he knows much about us, Jack. Do not let him suspect anything else."
"Of course not, Dorian."
"Back to work, Jack, back to work."
They were both satisfied with the results. All the valuable and rare books were safe, and yet the bookcases were filled.
"They will be here in a minute. To your room." Jacqueline quickly walked upstairs, and entered her room as she heard some talking outside.
"Charming place. Does Jack the Ripper live here?" Jacqueline smiled. It wasn't far off. She opened her dresser, and took out a black cloak, black gloves and two sooted steal-knives. Anything to hide in shadows. It would certainly come to fighting, and anything to weaken this M. No one would check the bodies anyway. She smiled as she pulled the hood over her head.
"Killing time..." She slipped into the shadows outside her room as one of M's soldiers came. He stared at her direction, not sure if he had seen anything. He didn't notice a boy with blond hair that snuck up upon him. The boy took the soldiers hekmet, and as the soldier turned, the boy hit him in the head with his rifle. The soldier fell, but the boy caught him, and placed him on the floor without a sound.
"Gray..."
"They're not mine." The boy wrapped the soldiers cloak around him, pleced the helmet on his head and walked out of sight. As soon as she felt safe, Jacqueline chekced the soldier. He was still breathing, but not long. She drew back to the shadows as the first shots could be heard.
She saw M run, and followed, as did the blond boy, only he didn't notice the three soldiers behind him, something Jacqueline did. The soldiers did not live long. She was about to follow M again, when she saw Dorian standing in front of a soldier. She gasped when the soldier shot Dorian, but she knew nothing would happen. The woman, Mina, did not know. Jacqueline smiled at the expression in her face when Dorian killed the soldier.
The battle was coming to an end, and Dorian cheked the upstairs for survivours. What he found was a girl with bloody knives.
"I see you joined in on the fun."
"Yes." She stared at Dorian, then smiled.
"Master Gray, you should change." Now, Dorian smiled too.
"I know, Jack. I'll go now, as you doubtless know. I want you to clean this mess up. And wait for me until I come back or untill you know I won't." They both looked starteled at this, but Dorian shook it of.
"I will come back."Dorian changed, and went dowstairs, trying not to boast about his immortality to Skinner.
"Where's Mina?"
"Oh, she's probably hip-deep in some sort of trouble, I imagine." Mina didn't like that comment, and she picked up her hat while telling Allan that her hips was not of his concern. A soldier ran forwards at that moment, putting a knife to Mina's throat. Jacqueline froze, staring at the knife, but then she noticed something. The womans eyes turned red... She was a vampire. Jacqueline had read it in some of the papers M had left behind. No wonder she could have red eyes. She walked into her room, watching the Leauge waiting for Nautilus. As they walked into the large boat, she put her hand to the window.
"Farewell, Father..."