Title: Artifact

Fandom: Warehouse 13

RAXS/TPOF

Characters: Dorian, Artie, Claudia

Rating: T

Authoress Ramblings: There is a link on my profile that says 'Homepage' and another under 'Contact Info' that reads 'deviantArt' clicking either will take you to my deviantArt page (Bl00dstain3dT3ars), where there is a tab that says 'Gallery' where there is a folder that says 'Fics-RAXS' where there is a list of things about Dorian. I recommend reading it. (Oh, and tmmdeathwishraven, I AM working on your requests for this…slowly.) This is also in RAXS (Yes, double posting)…This thing has acorny title, but it comes from the end of Dorian's mini arc in RAXS, and the fact that he has a portrait…ye-eah…I'm so lame…my K key sticks. This is ALWAYS TPOF because POF is a dating site.

Claudia trailed a finger through the substance on the floor.

"Paint?" She looked up at Artie.

"Dorian's hurt somewhere…"

"He bleeds paint?"

"He IS linked to a painting."

"Fair point."

Meanwhile, Dorian was leaning against the shelves, below the Babel Stones, holding his arm. He'd tried to help with a rouge artifact and gotten injured in the process. The artifact, a nasty looking shrunken head, had bitten him, hard enough to draw blood. His blood turned to paint when it left his body. A century and some odd years of being an artifact tended to do strange things to people. He was immune to most artifact effects, although he did trigger them. He could feel his wound heal with a painful burn. The last time he'd been injured enough for it to burn was when he'd fallen off the shelf into the Rumplestilskin (1) crate. That had NOT been pretty.

"Dorian? You okay?" Claudia was looking closely at his arm, he'd zoned out and hadn't heard her or his friend approach.

"I'm fine, Arthur, tell her I'm fine."

"How does a human bleed paint?"

"When one is sustained by a painting, unusual things happen. You've seen odder."

Dorian certainly had, and he just LIVED in the Warehouse. He also hated addressing the fact that he was no longer human, he'd ceased to be human the day he sold his soul. It had been a bright and sunny day, a beautiful day, that Dorian now cursed.

"Vanity will get you nothing…" He mused, getting up off the floor and climbing to the top of the shelves.

"What do you suppose he meant by that?"

"Dorian isn't human."

"What is he?"

"An Artifact."

1: I really don't care if I got that spelled right. I'm just glad it looks close.