Summery: Suffering a series of disturbing nightmares, Mina begins to question her sanity, while Tom Sawyer fall's pray to an unknown threat... *Sawyer/Mina*
Rating: 'R' For dark subjects, language, and violence.
Author: M.J Rosemary
A/N: As this is my first LXG Fic, I fear the characters may be quite ooc. Also, I feel the following things should be mentioned:
*I'm a perfectionist, therefore updates will be slow. Though, if this were to do well, updates would be somewhat quicker. *I'm a sucker for reviews, and have come to depend upon them*
*I'm a full time collage student, which speaks for itself...
*Most importantly, I'm rather lazy.
Concerning Huckleberry Finn: *Spoiler* Although I am not certain, Huck may have been dead, as the novel seemed too suggest this. However, within this he is very much alive.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their owner, this is for my own entertainment, and no money has, or ever will be handled and exchanged.
Although I am getting slightly carried away, I shall depart with one more small note, this story may cause harm to brain cells, my work has the tendency to be rather confusing... Sorry – All will be explained....
M.J
Cold, Dead Comfort
BY
M.J Rosemary
Now the stories played out like this
Just like a paper back novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fit's
Instead of a Hollywood Horror*
Chapter One
Her cold, clammy hands gripped so painfully the thin white sheets, "No! I'm not finished!"
Even in sleep she felt the familiar bitterness, the tightness that would soon lie across her chest.
"Huck, this is suicide"
"Look out!"
No less painful than the last, a single tear trailed the angles of her cheek.
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"Ms Harker, are you well?"
She winced at the throbbing, the dark, dull pain slowing thudding against the base of her scull.
"Mina?" Concerned, Henry Jekyll brushed a hand against her own, drawing the vampire's gaze. "You were having a nightmare" Though he spoke softly, he found her eyes darkening. Was this hunger?
"I am sorry, I must have fallen asleep"
He frowned, once more remembering their earlier words.
'Ms Harker, maybe you should lie down, I can finish here.'
She had replied almost unconsciously. Had the answer always been there?
'I may do some light reading, I have a collection - They may be of some use...'
"How is Skinner?" She spoke again, seemly oblivious to his concern.
"Slightly dizzy, although still very much himself"
"Can we be certain he is not mixing our potions? I seem to recall alcohol effecting him far greater than yourself. "
Henry smiled slightly. However, though she masked it well, he had long ago learnt to see past her cold, dead features, to discover the pain concealed behind those beautiful eyes.
"No, I'm not finished!"
"Huck, this is suicide!"
"Look out!"
"Please excuse me" She stumbled, her hands flaying desperately. Only Henry's strong hands saved her from the cruel floor; however, his soothing words were unable too save the vampire from her own mind.
The darkness was welcomed.
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To be continued
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