Ok, I decided to take a break from writing about the twin assans, and the unknown alliance, and write something different. Don't worry, I'll try to keep the other two updated, and I won't forget about them. I just wanted to write something about the ending of now my favorite Netflix show: Penny dreadful. I for some reason really liked the character Dorian grey... I don't know why. This story is only going to be around 3 or 4 chapters. Sorry!

Just like my other two stories, I own nothing, but the OC, whose name I will not say yet!

Note: This takes place after Vanessa died, and when Lily left Dorian.

Dorian is alone again. Though it is not an uncommon feeling for him, but when Lily left him, it gave him a new and even worse emotion, than the heartbreak that Vanessa Ives left him: Despair. The town was nearly isolated, for weeks, before the fog let up. As he walks alone in the dark after finally leaving his house, he hears a melody. One not from a voice, but from an instrument. The melody entrances him to follow its source. What he will find, is not what he expected. Enjoy!

Dorian relished in the dark sky, as the night took over another a sad day. But walking in sad desolated town in the dark didn't help Dorian calm down though. after his fight with Lily and her leaving was weeks ago, but he didn't notice, or care. Why was her leaving him bothering him so? He's had other people leave him, or rather had people die on him, and he just wrote it off. What was it? He could not find the answer to his question. Not on his own at least. But who was there to help him? This town held no one of that knowledge. And with hardly anyone there, it was slimed down to nothing. Even if Vanessa was here, he wrote off talking her, after what had happened at the ball. And that day, she broke his heart.

These emotions had never occurred until he met her, or Lily. Trying to write them off as the same whores he had laid with wasn't working. Maybe finding release would help him forget his pain.

He continued to stride down alleyways, not finding any women. In fact there was hardly anyone in sight. The streets were practically empty. The fog was thinning, but it was still slightly thick. Maybe it still frightened people to leave their houses, after hearing about the deaths that were happening. It was mainly children from he heard, but maybe they wouldn't risk getting sick too, by leaving their houses.

He yelled out in frustration, and started walking back to his mansion. He could call a carriage, but he doubt they would show up. He walked past the vacant pubs, and toward the opera house, making his way back to his house. It was absolutely quiet. There was no sound of any people or creatures whatsoever. But in the silence, he could something... different.

There was an instrument playing somewhere, but he didn't know where. The song that was playing was a tune he never heard. He followed it, and recognized it as a violin, but he didn't know the song, apart from it being alluring to him. The sound grew louder, as he walked to the back of the opera house. There was no one there, the sound originated from the alleyway, but the person carrying the tune wasn't on the ground. He started thinking that he was mad caused by fog, until he realized it was coming from the roof. And then he heard a soft voice singing along with the tune.

"I have no money to get married
Give me your daughter
I'll give her all of my love
If you don't give me her I'll carry her off tonight."

The violin carried on a tune that sound similar to lyrics that player sang. Dorian concluded that it was a woman that was singing.

"I have money to get married
Give me your daughter
And I'll love her to death
If you don't give me her I'll steal her."

Dorian leaned on the building, listening to women sing and play as she switched songs. Her voice was as smooth as silk. She changed the tempo into a more upbeat song.

"It was a long road ahead of me,
I was going to Romania.
I met the boys!
I knew I would get married then!"

As before she played her violin to match the lyrics of the song.

"The boys I met,
My mood I did.
My mood I did.
And the moon was on my side,
I think I found my love that ni-"

There was a loud sound, like someone broke open a door, and a gasp, which came from her.

"There you are!" It sounded like a man. Drunken by his slurring. "You better have that-" He belched before speaking again. "You better have that brooch you took, you thief!"

The woman groaned, and from the sound of wood fumbling, it sounded like she was in a rush to leave. "I don't have you're damned brooch!" She slammed shut a wooden case, before moving toward the edge where Dorian could see her. He only saw her shoe, and case which was covered in black leather, and had a couple of red, and black feathers poking out. He couldn't tell which bird they came from, from his point of view.

"I suggest you leave me alone, before you find yourself falling over this edge." As soon as she was done talking, and was walking away from the man, he grabbed her arm, turned her toward him, and his hand wrapped tightly around her neck. She didn't try to fight back, or cry for help. Dorian couldn't see if she was frightened or not. He began to hold her above the ground to where her feet weren't touching the ground, but were dangling over the edge of the roof. Dorian looked for a way to help her, but couldn't find a way up to the roof from the ground. He tried the door, but it was locked.

"Martha, my fucking wife said, she saw you! Grab it from her purse!" He bellowed in her face. But even though she was being held as she was, she didn't speak or move. She just stood there. "Now give it back, like a good little-" He stopped speaking, as a punch had landed in his neck, and a swift kick had been delivered to his manhood. He groan and yelled out, as the pain got to him. He let go of her and she fell from the rooftop.

Dorian looked to where she would land but she hit the ground faster than he expected. She landed on her feet... Gracefully. The roof was 30 feet off the ground, and she acted like it was nothing. She simply dusted herself off, and picked up her case, which landed next to her.

Dorian could see her perfectly now. Her face covered with a black mask that was around her neck as a scarf. She pulled it over her nose as she landed. She was wearing an odd outfit: tight black cotton trousers, with knee-high dark leather boots, a black hooded waistcoat with white and grey lace trimming, and simple black and white overbust corset, exposing a tattoo on her right breast. Dorian couldn't tell what it was though. Her hair was dark red, almost black, in a braid tied with a red ribbon. She removed her mask, with her gloved hand, and what Dorian saw, he couldn't describe. Her skin was as pale as the moon, cheekbones sharply chiseled, and her lips were dark purple and full.

"Your wife is a lying cunt!" She yelled. "She didn't want to tell you she lost it in a bet!" She shook her head, pulling her hood over her head covering her hair, picking up her violin case and walking away, not even noticing Dorian starring at her. As she walked away, he noticed something that looked like she dropped. He went to pick it up, and saw that it was a sword shaped necklace with ruby jewels in the pommel. Dorian ran up behind her quietly as he could. She didn't hear his footsteps as she walked.

"Excuse me! Miss!" He called out to her. She quickly turned around after resecuring her mask over her face again. He got a perfect view of her eyes, which were mesmerizing. One was hazel and the other a bright green, with a hawkeyed shape to them. He lost his train of thought before continuing his question. "Is this yours? I found it in that alleyway."

She looked at it, and then her hand went to her neck, feeling only a small silver chain, that he hadn't noticed before. He examined the clasp on the pommel, and saw that it was broken. The woman took it gently from his hand and pulled the sword off the broken clasp.

"Thank you sir." She said. Her voice was strong opposed to her singing voice, but it made her sound strong. She put the sword in the pocket of her waistcoat, before bowing. "Good evening." She turned and started walking again.

"Miss?" He said getting her attention again. She turned around slowly, holding the tiny sword next to her heart. "If you wish, I believe I may know someone who could help you fix your necklace."

"That's very kind of you sir. Do you have the address?"

Dorian approached her, and stopped a few feet from her. "Better yet, I'll be happy to show there."

She was taken back by his kindness. But instead of speaking, she shook her head. "I would appreciated it, but it's late, and I assume you have somewhere to be. But thank you for your kindness sir."

"It was my pressure miss, but I would still like to help fix your necklace. It is quiet beautiful, just as your eyes are." She looked down, and he could swear that he saw her blush a little. "How about you meet me at the opera house, and I shall show you there tomorrow?" He asked, hoping that she would agree.

She cocked her head, and nodded in agreement. "I guess I shall see you tomorrow, sir..." She trailed off. She didn't get his name. Nor did he get hers.

He held his hand out to her, which she accepted, but she wasn't expecting him to kiss the top of her hand. "Dorian. Dorian grey. And you are?"

She pulled her scarf down, exposing her face, which he gazed at in wonder. Her face was strong, and her eyes even more piercing. "I'm Lilith Azael. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Grey."

He smiled widely as he wasn't really used to being called 'Sir Grey'. "Please. Dorian. And the pleasure is all mine, Miss Lilith." She smiled, just as he had, but she then shivered at the cold gust that passed through them.

"As much as I would like to stay here and talk, I sure we'll catch a cold, standing here." She said wrapping her waistcoat tighter to her form. "I'll be waiting in front of the theater at midday tomorrow. I shall see you then. Good night... Dorian."

He smiled again, before kissing the top of her hand again. "Good night miss Lilith." She turned away first walking down a street, the heels of her boots clicking the ground as she walked. Dorian stayed right where she was and just starred at her as she walked.

When she was out of sight, it was his turn to start walking home. He walked in front of the theater, and saw a new poster. It was of a woman wearing a skull shaped mask, and a grand black and white gown, wielding a violin, with the title of 'the phantasm'. This performer would be playing in 5 days, when several people be arriving back in the city, ordered by the mayor.

Even with the mask, he could tell who it was. The woman who now had his attention. Lilith.

Thank you for reading, and I'll try to have an update soon!