Miyumi
It Only Took A Moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Please enjoy.
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He passed by her room. From it come soft sounds from a gramophone, smooth classical music that ripped through his soul. Violins, cellos, all instruments that cause sounds of sadness and pain. He saw her sitting at the desk, staring at a picture of one long dead. It was ironic looking at a picture of him-his own portrait was what indeed brought his downfall.
It had only taken a minute for Henry Jekyll to fall in love with Mina Harker.
Henry could hear the devious Edward Hyde whispering things, whispering things of passion that Henry only thought about in his wildest dreams. Things, as Edward told him, that he longed to do with Mina.
He'd dreamt about her every night on this god-forsaken boat. Lying a few doors down from her, he could hear her sleeping at night, tossing roughly in her bed, murmuring incomprehensible words that Henry could not hear.
The few times that they had spoken were hidden treasures locked away in Henry's mind. Someday, he hoped to have a regular conversation with her, one of romance and intelligence. Mina Harker was his perfect woman. Beautiful, mysterious, with her own dark secret haunting her every step. She was just like him-a freak that society couldn't recognize at first, but looked upon with disgust all the same.
He wanted to touch the bite marks on her neck. To caress that long, swan- like neck that hide beneath that white scarf that encircled it.
"Dorian," he heard her say softly. "Why did you have to be so vile?"
Henry bit his lip, trying to keep a whimper from escaping. Dorian Gray had always scared him. He made as little contact with him as possible. But then again, avoiding Dorian meant never seeing Mina. Before everything happened, Mina and Dorian were almost never without the other. They were like long- lost lovers-which Henry later found out was indeed true.
How Henry hated the pompous, coy man. He could have had any exotic woman he wanted; yet he chose one like Mina. Mina belonged with Henry. They were both outcasts of society. Dorian was not-why should he have the one woman that Henry ever cared for, even fancied?
Even loved?
'Always look, but never touch,' whispered Edward, taunting Henry from the back of his mind.
"Shut up," hissed Henry, inching away from Mina's door. He didn't want Mina to see him like this. Any more encounters she saw of him arguing with someone only he truly knew would ruin any other chance of seeing her ever again.
"Be quiet Edward-you know nothing!"
'I know plenty.' Henry could see Edward's reflection in the glass window across from him. 'I know how you dream about the vampire woman. How you want her, how you would do anything to touch her. You want to feel her body, don't you, you piece of scum?'
"Stop it!"
'Don't deny it, Henry! You are weak, and she is strong! You can never have her as the weakling you are now.'
"I am not weak!"
'Worm! You turn away because you are frightened!"
"No!"
'The immortal is dead! Now is the chance!'
"She would never have me," said Henry, holding his head in his hands and leaning against the cold wall.
He could hear the disgust in Edward's voice. 'You are despicable, Henry. Just a piece of scum for her wipe her shoe on.'
Henry was torn internally. He saw himself reaching for Mina, who turned away into the arms of a smug Dorian Gray. He saw Edward behind him, laughing and laughing. All three of them laughed together, and vanished, leaving a sobbing Henry all alone in the darkness.
"No," cried Henry weakly. "Don't go, Mina, please! Have me, please." He slumped down; silver tears falling freely down his face. "Have me," he whispered.
There was nothing he could do now. Mina would be gone from him forever, and he could live out the rest of his life, alone, his arms empty and cold.
But in all his weeping he didn't hear the door open. He didn't hear the clicking of her boots down the hall, the rustle of her skirts as she kneeled, the brush of her handkerchief against his face.
"I didn't know you were out here," she said softly, handing the cloth to him.
Henry turned away. "Don't look at me-I'm a monster."
Her eyes flashed demonic red for a moment. "Am I not one also?"
He shook his head. "You are not a monster like I am. You-You are beautiful, and intelligent, and utterly perfect." He whispered the last word.
"No one is perfect," she said coldly.
Henry turned to look at her. She stood, and turned to leave.
"Your handkerchief," he said quietly, holding it to her feebly.
She started to walk away. "Keep it."
Henry's heart skipped a few beats. He held the soft piece of cloth against his cheek, breathing in the musky, chemical smell. The smell of her.
It had only taken a moment for him to fall in love again.
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A/N: Poor Jekyll. Perhaps Mina will fall in love with him, someday.
It Only Took A Moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Please enjoy.
~*~
He passed by her room. From it come soft sounds from a gramophone, smooth classical music that ripped through his soul. Violins, cellos, all instruments that cause sounds of sadness and pain. He saw her sitting at the desk, staring at a picture of one long dead. It was ironic looking at a picture of him-his own portrait was what indeed brought his downfall.
It had only taken a minute for Henry Jekyll to fall in love with Mina Harker.
Henry could hear the devious Edward Hyde whispering things, whispering things of passion that Henry only thought about in his wildest dreams. Things, as Edward told him, that he longed to do with Mina.
He'd dreamt about her every night on this god-forsaken boat. Lying a few doors down from her, he could hear her sleeping at night, tossing roughly in her bed, murmuring incomprehensible words that Henry could not hear.
The few times that they had spoken were hidden treasures locked away in Henry's mind. Someday, he hoped to have a regular conversation with her, one of romance and intelligence. Mina Harker was his perfect woman. Beautiful, mysterious, with her own dark secret haunting her every step. She was just like him-a freak that society couldn't recognize at first, but looked upon with disgust all the same.
He wanted to touch the bite marks on her neck. To caress that long, swan- like neck that hide beneath that white scarf that encircled it.
"Dorian," he heard her say softly. "Why did you have to be so vile?"
Henry bit his lip, trying to keep a whimper from escaping. Dorian Gray had always scared him. He made as little contact with him as possible. But then again, avoiding Dorian meant never seeing Mina. Before everything happened, Mina and Dorian were almost never without the other. They were like long- lost lovers-which Henry later found out was indeed true.
How Henry hated the pompous, coy man. He could have had any exotic woman he wanted; yet he chose one like Mina. Mina belonged with Henry. They were both outcasts of society. Dorian was not-why should he have the one woman that Henry ever cared for, even fancied?
Even loved?
'Always look, but never touch,' whispered Edward, taunting Henry from the back of his mind.
"Shut up," hissed Henry, inching away from Mina's door. He didn't want Mina to see him like this. Any more encounters she saw of him arguing with someone only he truly knew would ruin any other chance of seeing her ever again.
"Be quiet Edward-you know nothing!"
'I know plenty.' Henry could see Edward's reflection in the glass window across from him. 'I know how you dream about the vampire woman. How you want her, how you would do anything to touch her. You want to feel her body, don't you, you piece of scum?'
"Stop it!"
'Don't deny it, Henry! You are weak, and she is strong! You can never have her as the weakling you are now.'
"I am not weak!"
'Worm! You turn away because you are frightened!"
"No!"
'The immortal is dead! Now is the chance!'
"She would never have me," said Henry, holding his head in his hands and leaning against the cold wall.
He could hear the disgust in Edward's voice. 'You are despicable, Henry. Just a piece of scum for her wipe her shoe on.'
Henry was torn internally. He saw himself reaching for Mina, who turned away into the arms of a smug Dorian Gray. He saw Edward behind him, laughing and laughing. All three of them laughed together, and vanished, leaving a sobbing Henry all alone in the darkness.
"No," cried Henry weakly. "Don't go, Mina, please! Have me, please." He slumped down; silver tears falling freely down his face. "Have me," he whispered.
There was nothing he could do now. Mina would be gone from him forever, and he could live out the rest of his life, alone, his arms empty and cold.
But in all his weeping he didn't hear the door open. He didn't hear the clicking of her boots down the hall, the rustle of her skirts as she kneeled, the brush of her handkerchief against his face.
"I didn't know you were out here," she said softly, handing the cloth to him.
Henry turned away. "Don't look at me-I'm a monster."
Her eyes flashed demonic red for a moment. "Am I not one also?"
He shook his head. "You are not a monster like I am. You-You are beautiful, and intelligent, and utterly perfect." He whispered the last word.
"No one is perfect," she said coldly.
Henry turned to look at her. She stood, and turned to leave.
"Your handkerchief," he said quietly, holding it to her feebly.
She started to walk away. "Keep it."
Henry's heart skipped a few beats. He held the soft piece of cloth against his cheek, breathing in the musky, chemical smell. The smell of her.
It had only taken a moment for him to fall in love again.
~*~
A/N: Poor Jekyll. Perhaps Mina will fall in love with him, someday.