Chapter 2: The Alley
I slowed my pace, looking around the corner. There was the alley. Suddenly, the stage door exit opened, and the stunning woman walked out, facing me as she spoke to someone over her shoulder.
"Remember, love, my offer still stands!" yelled an actor I had seen earlier onstage. He had played Count Paris.
She laughed, a sultry smile played on her lips. "I'm sure it does, James!"
The man was about to utter yet another phrase, but was pulled back into the theatre. The door shut with a loud thud behind him. The woman continued to walk my way, her fiery locks streaming behind her. Her face was now devoid of any make-up. Oh, but she was still beautiful. If not more so than the last time I'd seen her. She walked past me, for I was invisible under the shadow of the roof above.
"Might I say," I began, gazing at her as she walked past. She turned, gasping.
"You were stellar this evening," I stated, casually walking up to her, "I mean you no harm; I just thought you ought to know that your performance was quite…captivating. My apologies if I startled you."
"Oh, it is quite all right, I-I was just surprised, and um-thank you," she said, gazing up at me from under her eyelashes, "May I ask, what is your name, Sir?"
"I am Dorian," I said, grasping her delicate hand, "Dorian Gray." Gingerly, I kissed it, relishing the warmth of her knuckles beneath my lips.
"You-you're Dorian Gray, the Dorian Gray?" she asked, breathlessly. I almost purred at the mention of my name from her lips.
Suddenly a gust of wind interrupted me, the force so strong it pushed her off-balance. Before she could fall, I caught her in my arms, our faces now mere inches away from each other.
"Yes," I replied, staring into her eyes, seeing my reflection in their emerald depths.
"Well," she replied, licking her coral coloured lips, "I am Sybil, Sybil Vane. It's very nice to meet you."
"Believe me," I promised, staring down at her, "The pleasure is all mine."
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