Miyumi
The Other Side
A LXG fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and poem.
~*~
Dreaming of another world,
You and I together again.
I know not who I wish it were,
For my lovers number out to two.
I know not of who I wish it were,
Or whether it was meant to be.
One thing that I know for sure,
I know I am loved,
Even if my lovers are dead,
And watching from the other side.
~*~
Sometimes I wake up and hear my name being whispered.
Not loud enough to recognize the voice, but soft enough so I know I am being called.
Their spirits are restless. They are calling for me.
Jonathon and Dorian.
I'm coming.
~*~
She rose with a start, a cold sweat dripping across her forehead. Her hair was soaked to her silken pillows. Moonbeams shuddered in through her drawn curtains, awakening her dead hunger of the night.
Knowing she wasn't going to fall back asleep, she pushed back her sheets and reached for her robe. Doors leading out to her penthouse balcony were calling for her to go outside. Her body was telling to her to go out and feed. Her heart was demanding to reflect.
Or cry.
Or both.
It was too late to count her demons. That would take all night and all of this day. Mina shivered as she stepped outside, letting the cold, London air wash over her and chill her bones. Her vampiric bones that hungered for human blood.
She licked her lips, savoring the taste of a wine she had been keeping since she arrived back from Mongolia and the League's adventures. It had been syrupy and rich, thick and sweet, savory to the tongue and lips.
She relished over her last feeding. A drunk threatening a lone women stumbled too close into her life. She had been that women. Unable to control her unetheral desires, she pounced on him long before he understand that he had troubled the wrong woman. Within seconds his throat was in shreds, his face pale and frozen in a scream. Mina descended into a cloud of bats, leaving the man dead and without his blood. The alcohol made his blood thin and honeyed, making Mina dizzy and flighty. She had flown for hours after that, soaring above the late-goers and wanderers of the night, so unlike her.
Jonathon would have hated to see her now.
Before she had married him, she had been carefree and happy. Marriage somehow hardened her into the woman she was now. Jonathon was loving and gentle, but after he left for Transylvania, he became distant and cold, as she could tell from his frequent letters. It wasn't until later she found out his letters were influenced by the king of the dead himself, Count Dracula.
She had found out after Jonathon was dead, and she fled from the castle that still haunted her dreams. But by then, Dracula was also dead, and had left his mark on her forever.
Her nightmares were her dreams now. She could no longer be happy. It wasn't a problem, though. It had been so many years since she felt happiness. What was happiness anyway? The flutter of an angel's wing? The death of a man? The sucking of a rich man's blood, so honeyed and syrupy like an aged wine that made one dizzy and want to just collapse into a dream so sweet and unreal that you never wanted to wake up?
Mina swayed near the balcony. Her vision blurred from her exhaustion. Too many nights she had spent like this, waking suddenly and not being able to sleep again. Her eyes retained dark circles and her face was often pale.
Something was troubling her. The problem was she didn't even know what it was herself.
She stared out to the moon. She had been looking so haggard and wan lately that she was sure any man that laid eyes on her would flee even before knowing her secret.
Her hair, once shining and fiery in color was faded and hung around her shoulders. Her eyes, once full of innocence and joy, now were cold and stared at the world with shadows behind them. She was thin when once slender and well built.
She rubbed her arms, trying to keep feeling in them. Her thin robe and nightdress was doing nothing to keep the bitter London wind from whipping through her. She felt goose bumps slide up her arms and legs.
She stared at a fading star. Somewhere in its final glimmer, she saw the sparkle that existed in the eyes of the two men she had loved. Dorian and Jonathon.
Dorian.
His name, once leaving her with a sweet feeling on her lips, now left a sour taste in her mouth. He was a traitor, a dirty, filthy liar who almost killed her and the other members of the League.
Yet she still loved him.
Even when facing him in Mongolia, fighting and slashing for hours until she could pin him, awakened a passion that she had lost since Jonathon's death. Seeing Dorian crumble to dust after seeing his portrait for the first time shook her deeply. It should have showed her what a horrible man he had been to have such picture, full of leprous sores and decaying features.
She pondered that thought. Would Jonathon have had a portrait much different? He was a banker, but could be a dirty liar himself, once cheating a rich man out of one thousand pounds. Mina had turned a blind eye- she was a woman, he was a man. She could do nothing.
It stirred something inside of her, thinking of Dorian and Jonathon. She smiled to herself-her only lovers were dead now, watching her from the other side.
For a moment her eyes flashed, and her breathing was the only sound heard.
"Dorian, Jonathon, I'm coming for you, someday," she whispered, dropping her robe onto the stone, numbing her body.
She stretched her arms and opened her mouth, uttering a terrible scream. Answering her summons were thousands of winged creatures of the night, prepared to answer their mistress's command.
She turned back once more, gazing at the portrait of Jonathon hung in room. Dorian's face fluttered across her mind.
The bats surrounded her, enveloping her in a cocoon of wing beats and shrieks.
Becoming only a shadow in the night, she vanished into the sky, searching for something she knew she would never have. The love of those two men.
Who watched her from the other side.
~*~
A/N: As good as the others? Please say so. Part IV is in still-thinking about it process. But I promised a summary of it, so here it is: Part IV, Perfect. On a dark, rainy night at a small pub in London, Mina comes across Jekyll, and she ends up spilling out all her troubles to him, from even before the League adventure. Jekyll returns her handkerchief from the first fic, saying now it's his turn to help her. Does she accept it? Does Jekyll spill his heart to her? Only time will tell.
The Other Side
A LXG fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and poem.
~*~
Dreaming of another world,
You and I together again.
I know not who I wish it were,
For my lovers number out to two.
I know not of who I wish it were,
Or whether it was meant to be.
One thing that I know for sure,
I know I am loved,
Even if my lovers are dead,
And watching from the other side.
~*~
Sometimes I wake up and hear my name being whispered.
Not loud enough to recognize the voice, but soft enough so I know I am being called.
Their spirits are restless. They are calling for me.
Jonathon and Dorian.
I'm coming.
~*~
She rose with a start, a cold sweat dripping across her forehead. Her hair was soaked to her silken pillows. Moonbeams shuddered in through her drawn curtains, awakening her dead hunger of the night.
Knowing she wasn't going to fall back asleep, she pushed back her sheets and reached for her robe. Doors leading out to her penthouse balcony were calling for her to go outside. Her body was telling to her to go out and feed. Her heart was demanding to reflect.
Or cry.
Or both.
It was too late to count her demons. That would take all night and all of this day. Mina shivered as she stepped outside, letting the cold, London air wash over her and chill her bones. Her vampiric bones that hungered for human blood.
She licked her lips, savoring the taste of a wine she had been keeping since she arrived back from Mongolia and the League's adventures. It had been syrupy and rich, thick and sweet, savory to the tongue and lips.
She relished over her last feeding. A drunk threatening a lone women stumbled too close into her life. She had been that women. Unable to control her unetheral desires, she pounced on him long before he understand that he had troubled the wrong woman. Within seconds his throat was in shreds, his face pale and frozen in a scream. Mina descended into a cloud of bats, leaving the man dead and without his blood. The alcohol made his blood thin and honeyed, making Mina dizzy and flighty. She had flown for hours after that, soaring above the late-goers and wanderers of the night, so unlike her.
Jonathon would have hated to see her now.
Before she had married him, she had been carefree and happy. Marriage somehow hardened her into the woman she was now. Jonathon was loving and gentle, but after he left for Transylvania, he became distant and cold, as she could tell from his frequent letters. It wasn't until later she found out his letters were influenced by the king of the dead himself, Count Dracula.
She had found out after Jonathon was dead, and she fled from the castle that still haunted her dreams. But by then, Dracula was also dead, and had left his mark on her forever.
Her nightmares were her dreams now. She could no longer be happy. It wasn't a problem, though. It had been so many years since she felt happiness. What was happiness anyway? The flutter of an angel's wing? The death of a man? The sucking of a rich man's blood, so honeyed and syrupy like an aged wine that made one dizzy and want to just collapse into a dream so sweet and unreal that you never wanted to wake up?
Mina swayed near the balcony. Her vision blurred from her exhaustion. Too many nights she had spent like this, waking suddenly and not being able to sleep again. Her eyes retained dark circles and her face was often pale.
Something was troubling her. The problem was she didn't even know what it was herself.
She stared out to the moon. She had been looking so haggard and wan lately that she was sure any man that laid eyes on her would flee even before knowing her secret.
Her hair, once shining and fiery in color was faded and hung around her shoulders. Her eyes, once full of innocence and joy, now were cold and stared at the world with shadows behind them. She was thin when once slender and well built.
She rubbed her arms, trying to keep feeling in them. Her thin robe and nightdress was doing nothing to keep the bitter London wind from whipping through her. She felt goose bumps slide up her arms and legs.
She stared at a fading star. Somewhere in its final glimmer, she saw the sparkle that existed in the eyes of the two men she had loved. Dorian and Jonathon.
Dorian.
His name, once leaving her with a sweet feeling on her lips, now left a sour taste in her mouth. He was a traitor, a dirty, filthy liar who almost killed her and the other members of the League.
Yet she still loved him.
Even when facing him in Mongolia, fighting and slashing for hours until she could pin him, awakened a passion that she had lost since Jonathon's death. Seeing Dorian crumble to dust after seeing his portrait for the first time shook her deeply. It should have showed her what a horrible man he had been to have such picture, full of leprous sores and decaying features.
She pondered that thought. Would Jonathon have had a portrait much different? He was a banker, but could be a dirty liar himself, once cheating a rich man out of one thousand pounds. Mina had turned a blind eye- she was a woman, he was a man. She could do nothing.
It stirred something inside of her, thinking of Dorian and Jonathon. She smiled to herself-her only lovers were dead now, watching her from the other side.
For a moment her eyes flashed, and her breathing was the only sound heard.
"Dorian, Jonathon, I'm coming for you, someday," she whispered, dropping her robe onto the stone, numbing her body.
She stretched her arms and opened her mouth, uttering a terrible scream. Answering her summons were thousands of winged creatures of the night, prepared to answer their mistress's command.
She turned back once more, gazing at the portrait of Jonathon hung in room. Dorian's face fluttered across her mind.
The bats surrounded her, enveloping her in a cocoon of wing beats and shrieks.
Becoming only a shadow in the night, she vanished into the sky, searching for something she knew she would never have. The love of those two men.
Who watched her from the other side.
~*~
A/N: As good as the others? Please say so. Part IV is in still-thinking about it process. But I promised a summary of it, so here it is: Part IV, Perfect. On a dark, rainy night at a small pub in London, Mina comes across Jekyll, and she ends up spilling out all her troubles to him, from even before the League adventure. Jekyll returns her handkerchief from the first fic, saying now it's his turn to help her. Does she accept it? Does Jekyll spill his heart to her? Only time will tell.