A Natalilly Quick-fic
DENYING TEMPTATION
Pinned to the wall like a butterfly, Dorian Gray struggled
to free himself from his own swacker-cane, futilely- it seemed. The cane was
wedged uncomfortably into the wall.
Mina Harker, heart full of gall for the well polished, urbane gentleman that
had so mocked her with his advances, and betrayed the League so cruelly, picked
up the Hessian covered painting.
"You said you wanted to face your demons?" She mocked, standing in front of her
now slightly wild eyed former paramour, delighting in his final moments. She
unveiled the hideous painting with aplomb, wincing slightly as she did.
Nothing.
"Dorian!" She scolded "Open your eyes and LOOK, for God's sake! This thing is
heavy!"
Dorian Gray kept his face averted and his eyes firmly closed "Mina, Mina, Mina,
you really think I'm fool enough to let curiosity drag me to death?" he laughed
a dry, dusty kind of laugh "You underestimate me."
With one wrenching effort, he pulled himself off the cane,
wincing slightly as the large end ripped through his immortal body. It healed
in a matter of seconds.
Mina really hadn't been prepared for the immortal to defy her so and lowered
the rather heavy painting a little, mouth agape.
He coolly slipped behind her and grabbed her around the neck, knocking the
painting face down on the carpet, tearing his cane out of the wall.
"Goodbye Mina. It HAS been fun." With those sardonically amused words and one
swift movement, Mina's head went flying. Her body teetered for a few seconds
before collapsing in a heap.
Disregardfully, he kicked the corpse out of the way, and knelt by his painting,
pursing his lips thoughtfully.
It took him all afternoon, the task made harder because he couldn't actually
turn the painting over, but he managed to pull off the frame and carefully
remove the canvas from its stretcher. The now rolled up piece, tied firmly and
wrapped in Hessian sat with his luggage.
He was carefully doing up his clean shirt, the other, spattered with Mina's blood was carelessly tossed in with the rest of his luggage- he'd have it laundered when he got back to London.
He hummed quietly to himself as he placed Mina's body on the
bed, picking up her head by the hair and placing it the crook of her arm.
"See you in Hell, Mina Harker. If I ever get there." He smiled as he strode out
of the room, luggage in hand.
