A.N.~ Hey peoples! I'm going to try really hard to keep Mina and Dorian in character for this... I know LXG had its bad points but the overall idea was awesome, so later I'll be doing a sequel to this and to LXG to complete my little trilogy... Oh and thanx to the reviewers on my story 'the Sweetest Sin', hopefully you guys find your way over here... But anyways, on with the show!
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Chapter 1: Alive
I walked with Dorian as far as the docks, but decided that it was far enough. I hardly knew the man for crying out loud! I cleared my throat and he turned to me, his eyebrow raised, a cocky grin on his lips, his hands behind his back. Something about the pose enflamed me, but whether in anger or in longing I cannot say.
"Yes?" He asked evenly, his voice the merest degree away from a mocking tone.
"I think I have come quite far enough with you Mr. Gray, too far to be proper, and I shall return to my lodgings. Perhaps I shall meet you again." I said shortly, turning away. Something about him frightened and unsettled me, and for a vampire to be unsettled there must be something truly wrong. His face twisted further into a mocking grin.
"But would it be 'proper' as you say for so beautiful a woman to be walking home alone at night?" He purred innocently, his eyes roaming over my face before dropping to my breast and observing the ample amount of cleavage my tight bodice revealed. I huffed up in anger, drawing my scarf across my chest.
"I can take care of myself."
"But how shall I ever find you again?" He asked, adopting a jeering version of a distressed suitor's voice. My clenched hands trembled.
"Well you may escort me home but..." My voice trailed off as he stepped closer and in a most deceptive gentlemanly way took my arm, his eyes warm and full of sincerity. God what is wrong with me? I thought. How does he do this to me? I was quite muddled by his behavior, unsavory and appalling at first but now so gentlemanlike and tender, so I bowed my head slightly and accepted his arm, leading him back towards the small house whose front door was in an alleyway I had chosen as my residence. Upon reaching it I removed my arm from his and opened the door, stepping inside and then turning to face Dorian.
"Good night." I said, expecting him to leave. He leaned closer and rested one hand on the doorway, his head only inches away from mine.
"I shall see you again." He said, his wayward eyes traveling down my throat and to the low neck on my dress. The blood drained from my face, partly because I was enraged and partly because I enjoyed his attention. I slammed the door in his face, well-nigh throwing it off the hinges, but it could not shut out his mocking laughter, which lingered with me all that night.
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Somehow he knew not to disturb me that day and I slept fitfully, awaking every hour or so to check my door, as if afraid that I would find him there, still mocking my fake chastity. My apprehension reached its peak when I awoke that night and began to pace. I was eager to feed, but knew somehow that Dorian would come for me and I feared that I would miss him. A string of highly unladylike curses slid out of my lips as I paced, starting and reaching for a knife at the soft knock on my door. The knife was still clenched in my alabaster hand when I tentatively inched the door open. I was met with the sight of Dorian's cocked eyebrow and his taunting smile.
"Afraid that it was your husband?" He asked. My cheeks colored.
"My husband is dead Mr. Gray." I spat distastefully at the look on his face.
"My deepest, deepest apologies." He derided, bowing low and exposing his neck. How dearly I wished to snap it... When he came out of his bow he offered me his arm with a cocky smile.
"What makes you think I will go out with you this night?" I cried, not checking my anger. Dorian resumed his position from the night before, his gorgeous, youthful face only inches from mine.
"I don't think love. I know." He purred, one of his fingers tracing my jaw. My stomach churned at his touch and I struggled to speak.
"Well I... Suppose there's no harm in a little jaunt around town..." I weakly replied, taking his arm.
We said very little as we walked, arm and arm, down the snowy streets of London. I don't think there was much need for us to speak, the warmth of our arms linked said enough. Every once in a while I paused to look inside a shop before tugging Dorian on. He never grew exasperated as Jonathon always had. He simply noted which shop it was I had stopped at then matched his pace with mine and smiled at me. I was to busy avoiding his eyes or else I might've seen the self-satisfaction in them. The last shop we stopped at was a jewelry store; it was there we tarried the longest. I had seen a ring on display; it matched my wedding ring exactly. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I had used the ring to mold the stamp that sealed away Jonathon's diaries, those terrible accounts that spoke of his imprisonment with Count Dracula. If I had never opened that package, if I had never broken that seal, I wouldn't be where I was. After a long moment of staring at the ring, I began to walk away, Dorian close behind. We bid goodnight early and went our separate ways.
Every night he came for me, every night I resisted coming with him at first, but I would look into his eyes and be swept away. At first we said very little, but as we stopped at the shops a small conversation would begin, usually with Dorian asking me what I liked in the window. The next night he would usually arrive with some small trinket for me: a rose the first night, a bottle of my favorite wine the next, and then new scarf. One night he arrived with a box in his hands and a grin on his face.
"For you." He smiled, handing me the box.
"Thank you." I gifted him with a smile of my own, sitting down and gently opening the package. Inside was a dark blue petticoat lined with soft black fur and fastened with elegant gold buttons. Another smile, a shy one this time, spread its way across my lips as I slid off my old and tattered one and donned it, walking over to Dorian. "It fits me well." I beamed.
"That it does." Dorian replied with a grin of his own, not remarking lewdly, as I'm sure he would've loved to, on the way it hugged my ample curves. Arm in arm, we walked out once more.
Gradually Dorian came earlier and earlier, taking me out to dinner at fancy restaurants on these occasions. My favorite was a rather large and expensive one. It was a deep emerald green with white steps leading up past rich gold pillars, vibrant against the winter gloom. Inside a large fire crackled and roared beside our favorite table, which was situated directly in the middle of a plush, circular rug from an old castle, also green covered in gold fleur-de-lises with red roses that brought out the crimson carpeting underneath it. The waiters no longer needed to ask what we wanted. Dorian always got a steaming bowl of New England clam chowder with oyster crackers on the side, and I always ordered a thick, rare steak with corn and breadsticks. I always savored the steak as it still had much blood in it. I was feeling very weak due to the lack of blood in my diet and the steak helped me alleviate this. After we had finished, Dorian and I eyed each other across the table, our eyes glinting in the firelight. A lone violinist played on the nearby cherry wood stage and I listened to his music, letting it soothe me. I did not even notice when Dorian reached over and wrapped my cold hand in the warmth of his, bringing it to his lips for a kiss and then continuing to hold it, stroking it as I fell further into my dreamlike state.
When the song ended I opened my eyes and blushed when I realized that I was holding Dorian's hand, but did not withdraw it. He smiled softly.
"Did you enjoy the music?" He asked.
"Very much." I replied, returning his smile.
"Would you care to dance?" He asked, standing up and offering his hand. I blushed further.
"I'd be delighted."
We stood as the orchestra retuned themselves and prepared to play. Dorian walked up to the conductor and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and turned to the orchestra, telling them what he had in mind. A roguish twinkle and a devilish grin were upon Dorian's face as he approached me.
"What is it we shall dance to?" I asked.
"The tango." Dorian's smile widened.
"I daresay I haven't done that in a long time." I said faintly.
"You'll remember." His smile was smaller this time, but infinitely more seductive.
The dance started slowly, and so we danced, gradually joined by more couples. It grew more intense by the minute, faster by the second. Dorian was a phenomenal dancer, evoking an unforeseen passion in me as we twirled around the room. I had forgotten about the dips in the tango until he threw me into one of them, causing me to gasp as my scarf, used for purposes of chastity, fluttered away and I nearly fell, but Dorian caught me at just the right instant. I lost myself totally to him after that, giving in to his rhythms and his movements, molding my body to his and feeling the sensual interplay of his muscles. Rapidly growing ecstasy flooded me as the music reached its crescendo and we reached our climax, going into a dip that nearly had me on the floor. The crowd applauded us and Dorian veritably basked in the attention, smiling smugly and bowing, his hand not letting go of mine. We were sweating when we exited and it seemed that much colder.
"That was a wonderful night Dorian, thank you." I beamed, true and exquisite happiness alight on my face.
"Thank you for sharing it with me." He purred, touching my cheek. My stomach clenched and unclenched and my muscles rippled along my arms at his touch. I knew that I could not hold out much longer without blood. Such intimacy, and such feelings, made it harder for me to keep control over myself and I knew that I was about to snap. When I smiled, Dorian may have been able to see the ivory sabers of my fangs, and I realized this too late.
"I really must be going now." I said quickly, looking away. Dorian sighed and leaned in, pressing a warm and moist kiss onto my cheek.
"Good night then." He whispered, turning and walking away, his long cane rapping smartly on the cobblestone with every step.
My pace was a dead sprint as I darted away from him and into the nearest alley, ripping off the petticoat he had given me four days before with reckless abandon as well as my skirt, leaving me in only my creamy white shirt and my pantalets. I leapt onto the nearest wall, climbing it with catlike ease. Ecstasy, sweet, pure euphoria, coursed through me like nourishing blood streaming down my throat in a crimson tidal wave. He made me feel alive, so alive! A man was standing on the next roof, watching the stars; I leapt silently at him and my fangs piercing his throat before he had time to scream. Weird gurgling and groaning noises came up from his now mangled throat and blood poured out of his mouth in a ghastly fountain of scarlet. I drank my fill, but it left me unsatisfied. Dorian had unleashed something in me, something wild, fierce, free and untamed, bound by no law of humanity. Something, a deep stirring within me, told me what I should do. A wicked laugh bubbled up from my stomach like a growl and I plunged my clawed hand into the now-dead man's chest, breaking his ribs and shattering his sternum. When I pulled it out, I clutched his heart in my cold alabaster hand.
I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, seen only by the silver sickle of the moon. I howled with wild glee like the primal creature I was, the heart still clutched in my hand. At last I stopped on a massive building with a peaked roof, the climax that Dorian had unknowingly wrought in me rolling through my body in explosive waves. I threw my arms back over my head and tipped my head back, near-naked and covered in blood in the silver light of the moon. I howled without caring who saw me or heard me, because I had felt something deep and profoundly stirring, something I had not felt in a very long time:
I was alive.
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A.N.~ Wow, there's my first chapter! I already have the second planned (CAUTION: Possible lemon!) so it shouldn't be long. Hope you likes it! Reviews wanted, but please no flames. I know a lot of people didn't like LXG, I don't need YOU to tell me that, so if you don't like LXG and you didn't like my story then just don't read it. If You absolutely HAVE to vent your hatred for the movie AND my writing then at least do it under an anonymous account so I can delete it, savvy?
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Chapter 1: Alive
I walked with Dorian as far as the docks, but decided that it was far enough. I hardly knew the man for crying out loud! I cleared my throat and he turned to me, his eyebrow raised, a cocky grin on his lips, his hands behind his back. Something about the pose enflamed me, but whether in anger or in longing I cannot say.
"Yes?" He asked evenly, his voice the merest degree away from a mocking tone.
"I think I have come quite far enough with you Mr. Gray, too far to be proper, and I shall return to my lodgings. Perhaps I shall meet you again." I said shortly, turning away. Something about him frightened and unsettled me, and for a vampire to be unsettled there must be something truly wrong. His face twisted further into a mocking grin.
"But would it be 'proper' as you say for so beautiful a woman to be walking home alone at night?" He purred innocently, his eyes roaming over my face before dropping to my breast and observing the ample amount of cleavage my tight bodice revealed. I huffed up in anger, drawing my scarf across my chest.
"I can take care of myself."
"But how shall I ever find you again?" He asked, adopting a jeering version of a distressed suitor's voice. My clenched hands trembled.
"Well you may escort me home but..." My voice trailed off as he stepped closer and in a most deceptive gentlemanly way took my arm, his eyes warm and full of sincerity. God what is wrong with me? I thought. How does he do this to me? I was quite muddled by his behavior, unsavory and appalling at first but now so gentlemanlike and tender, so I bowed my head slightly and accepted his arm, leading him back towards the small house whose front door was in an alleyway I had chosen as my residence. Upon reaching it I removed my arm from his and opened the door, stepping inside and then turning to face Dorian.
"Good night." I said, expecting him to leave. He leaned closer and rested one hand on the doorway, his head only inches away from mine.
"I shall see you again." He said, his wayward eyes traveling down my throat and to the low neck on my dress. The blood drained from my face, partly because I was enraged and partly because I enjoyed his attention. I slammed the door in his face, well-nigh throwing it off the hinges, but it could not shut out his mocking laughter, which lingered with me all that night.
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Somehow he knew not to disturb me that day and I slept fitfully, awaking every hour or so to check my door, as if afraid that I would find him there, still mocking my fake chastity. My apprehension reached its peak when I awoke that night and began to pace. I was eager to feed, but knew somehow that Dorian would come for me and I feared that I would miss him. A string of highly unladylike curses slid out of my lips as I paced, starting and reaching for a knife at the soft knock on my door. The knife was still clenched in my alabaster hand when I tentatively inched the door open. I was met with the sight of Dorian's cocked eyebrow and his taunting smile.
"Afraid that it was your husband?" He asked. My cheeks colored.
"My husband is dead Mr. Gray." I spat distastefully at the look on his face.
"My deepest, deepest apologies." He derided, bowing low and exposing his neck. How dearly I wished to snap it... When he came out of his bow he offered me his arm with a cocky smile.
"What makes you think I will go out with you this night?" I cried, not checking my anger. Dorian resumed his position from the night before, his gorgeous, youthful face only inches from mine.
"I don't think love. I know." He purred, one of his fingers tracing my jaw. My stomach churned at his touch and I struggled to speak.
"Well I... Suppose there's no harm in a little jaunt around town..." I weakly replied, taking his arm.
We said very little as we walked, arm and arm, down the snowy streets of London. I don't think there was much need for us to speak, the warmth of our arms linked said enough. Every once in a while I paused to look inside a shop before tugging Dorian on. He never grew exasperated as Jonathon always had. He simply noted which shop it was I had stopped at then matched his pace with mine and smiled at me. I was to busy avoiding his eyes or else I might've seen the self-satisfaction in them. The last shop we stopped at was a jewelry store; it was there we tarried the longest. I had seen a ring on display; it matched my wedding ring exactly. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I had used the ring to mold the stamp that sealed away Jonathon's diaries, those terrible accounts that spoke of his imprisonment with Count Dracula. If I had never opened that package, if I had never broken that seal, I wouldn't be where I was. After a long moment of staring at the ring, I began to walk away, Dorian close behind. We bid goodnight early and went our separate ways.
Every night he came for me, every night I resisted coming with him at first, but I would look into his eyes and be swept away. At first we said very little, but as we stopped at the shops a small conversation would begin, usually with Dorian asking me what I liked in the window. The next night he would usually arrive with some small trinket for me: a rose the first night, a bottle of my favorite wine the next, and then new scarf. One night he arrived with a box in his hands and a grin on his face.
"For you." He smiled, handing me the box.
"Thank you." I gifted him with a smile of my own, sitting down and gently opening the package. Inside was a dark blue petticoat lined with soft black fur and fastened with elegant gold buttons. Another smile, a shy one this time, spread its way across my lips as I slid off my old and tattered one and donned it, walking over to Dorian. "It fits me well." I beamed.
"That it does." Dorian replied with a grin of his own, not remarking lewdly, as I'm sure he would've loved to, on the way it hugged my ample curves. Arm in arm, we walked out once more.
Gradually Dorian came earlier and earlier, taking me out to dinner at fancy restaurants on these occasions. My favorite was a rather large and expensive one. It was a deep emerald green with white steps leading up past rich gold pillars, vibrant against the winter gloom. Inside a large fire crackled and roared beside our favorite table, which was situated directly in the middle of a plush, circular rug from an old castle, also green covered in gold fleur-de-lises with red roses that brought out the crimson carpeting underneath it. The waiters no longer needed to ask what we wanted. Dorian always got a steaming bowl of New England clam chowder with oyster crackers on the side, and I always ordered a thick, rare steak with corn and breadsticks. I always savored the steak as it still had much blood in it. I was feeling very weak due to the lack of blood in my diet and the steak helped me alleviate this. After we had finished, Dorian and I eyed each other across the table, our eyes glinting in the firelight. A lone violinist played on the nearby cherry wood stage and I listened to his music, letting it soothe me. I did not even notice when Dorian reached over and wrapped my cold hand in the warmth of his, bringing it to his lips for a kiss and then continuing to hold it, stroking it as I fell further into my dreamlike state.
When the song ended I opened my eyes and blushed when I realized that I was holding Dorian's hand, but did not withdraw it. He smiled softly.
"Did you enjoy the music?" He asked.
"Very much." I replied, returning his smile.
"Would you care to dance?" He asked, standing up and offering his hand. I blushed further.
"I'd be delighted."
We stood as the orchestra retuned themselves and prepared to play. Dorian walked up to the conductor and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and turned to the orchestra, telling them what he had in mind. A roguish twinkle and a devilish grin were upon Dorian's face as he approached me.
"What is it we shall dance to?" I asked.
"The tango." Dorian's smile widened.
"I daresay I haven't done that in a long time." I said faintly.
"You'll remember." His smile was smaller this time, but infinitely more seductive.
The dance started slowly, and so we danced, gradually joined by more couples. It grew more intense by the minute, faster by the second. Dorian was a phenomenal dancer, evoking an unforeseen passion in me as we twirled around the room. I had forgotten about the dips in the tango until he threw me into one of them, causing me to gasp as my scarf, used for purposes of chastity, fluttered away and I nearly fell, but Dorian caught me at just the right instant. I lost myself totally to him after that, giving in to his rhythms and his movements, molding my body to his and feeling the sensual interplay of his muscles. Rapidly growing ecstasy flooded me as the music reached its crescendo and we reached our climax, going into a dip that nearly had me on the floor. The crowd applauded us and Dorian veritably basked in the attention, smiling smugly and bowing, his hand not letting go of mine. We were sweating when we exited and it seemed that much colder.
"That was a wonderful night Dorian, thank you." I beamed, true and exquisite happiness alight on my face.
"Thank you for sharing it with me." He purred, touching my cheek. My stomach clenched and unclenched and my muscles rippled along my arms at his touch. I knew that I could not hold out much longer without blood. Such intimacy, and such feelings, made it harder for me to keep control over myself and I knew that I was about to snap. When I smiled, Dorian may have been able to see the ivory sabers of my fangs, and I realized this too late.
"I really must be going now." I said quickly, looking away. Dorian sighed and leaned in, pressing a warm and moist kiss onto my cheek.
"Good night then." He whispered, turning and walking away, his long cane rapping smartly on the cobblestone with every step.
My pace was a dead sprint as I darted away from him and into the nearest alley, ripping off the petticoat he had given me four days before with reckless abandon as well as my skirt, leaving me in only my creamy white shirt and my pantalets. I leapt onto the nearest wall, climbing it with catlike ease. Ecstasy, sweet, pure euphoria, coursed through me like nourishing blood streaming down my throat in a crimson tidal wave. He made me feel alive, so alive! A man was standing on the next roof, watching the stars; I leapt silently at him and my fangs piercing his throat before he had time to scream. Weird gurgling and groaning noises came up from his now mangled throat and blood poured out of his mouth in a ghastly fountain of scarlet. I drank my fill, but it left me unsatisfied. Dorian had unleashed something in me, something wild, fierce, free and untamed, bound by no law of humanity. Something, a deep stirring within me, told me what I should do. A wicked laugh bubbled up from my stomach like a growl and I plunged my clawed hand into the now-dead man's chest, breaking his ribs and shattering his sternum. When I pulled it out, I clutched his heart in my cold alabaster hand.
I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, seen only by the silver sickle of the moon. I howled with wild glee like the primal creature I was, the heart still clutched in my hand. At last I stopped on a massive building with a peaked roof, the climax that Dorian had unknowingly wrought in me rolling through my body in explosive waves. I threw my arms back over my head and tipped my head back, near-naked and covered in blood in the silver light of the moon. I howled without caring who saw me or heard me, because I had felt something deep and profoundly stirring, something I had not felt in a very long time:
I was alive.
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A.N.~ Wow, there's my first chapter! I already have the second planned (CAUTION: Possible lemon!) so it shouldn't be long. Hope you likes it! Reviews wanted, but please no flames. I know a lot of people didn't like LXG, I don't need YOU to tell me that, so if you don't like LXG and you didn't like my story then just don't read it. If You absolutely HAVE to vent your hatred for the movie AND my writing then at least do it under an anonymous account so I can delete it, savvy?