A friend and I were discussing what would happen if characters played by the same actor were to meet. I really liked the idea of this and ended up writing this quick piece. Now that has a crossover section, I figured to post it to celebrate. If you like it, let me know and I'll do more strange meetings (They'll only be one shots unless a brilliant idea strikes).
PS: I don't own either of them.
Edward remained focused on the ice in front of him. In his mind he tried to convince himself that it was just him and the ice. Nothing more, nothing less. Just him and the ice. But then the ghost would once again whisper something into his ear. When this happened he tried to remind himself that there was nothing in the room but the ice sculptures, and himself. Just he and the ice. He would fall back into the rhythm if his carving, nearly forgetting about the ghost, but then it would come around again.
"We're not very different you and I," it whispered into his ear.
Edward turned around to face his tormentor. He was such a strange man, who looked so much like himself. But his clothes were older, from a different time. And in the hair so wild like his own there ran a bright shot of white. But what disturbed him about this mans appearance was the blood. Splatters of the stuff on the face and clothes. Dried brown upon his hands. And on his throat, a deep and fine cute that seemed to still seep blood so many years after death. Yes, what disturbed him most about the dead man was the blood.
The visions began shortly after that horrid night where Kim saved his life. In one of their first meetings the ghost had introduced himself as Sweeney. Though, on one horridly stormy night the apparition was so distraught that he claimed his name was Benjamin. He never uttered this name again. Edward never brought it up. In fact Edward never talked to the ghost. Tonight was no different.
He tried to ignore Sweeney who circled like a vulture, awaiting for any weakness to be shown. He continued to work on the sculpture.
"No we aren't different at all. Cut from the same cloth some would say," he hissed wickedly into Edward's ear. Edward tried to ignore the hellish sensation that played upon his neck and ear. He kept his eyes on the ice.
"We only end up hurting the ones we claim to love." the ghost mocked. "I cut mine as you you cut your own." Edward nearly stopped his progress on the ice at this. Nearly. Though his body stiffened he willed himself to continue his work.
"It stings doesn't it?" Sweeney mocked from the other side of the sculpture. Each could vaguely see the other through the curves of the frozen block, which further distorted any reality.
"Yes, we are so alike," he rounded the sculpture and approached the sculptor. "They are so much a part of you," the barber said, eyeing the long scissors, "that you aren't complete without them." Edward stopped his work and looked at his long, metallic fingers. "I'm the same way," he whispered, pulling something from his pocket. With a flick of his wrist he revealed the slick razor blade. "Except I can put mine away."
Edward cast his gaze mournfully down upon the old wooden floor of the attic. This wasn't the first time he had seen the razor. Nor was it the first time he had heard this argument. He looked to his sculpture and resumed his work. It was almost done. The piece was a beauty, like all the rest, but so different. It was a woman, but not his Kim. This was a beauty with long blond hair and wide mournfully innocent eyes is a simple dress that whispered of long ago ages.
The demon let loose a wicked chuckle. "So very alike," he whispered as he vanished into the air, "We are almost one." The final words echoed within his head. And then he was alone again, just him and the ice.