The next evening came too soon and Skinner was beginning to make too much noise. His muffled screams against the gag were beginning to wear on Dorians nerves so much that he found himself lightly tapping at his sword that was leaned against the chair he was seated in. Gently he turned to the next page in his book, his eyes on Mina's back. She had been seated at her desk now for at least two hours, staring into a small test tube. Every so often she would raise it to the light of the lamp overhead and mumble something about the liquid looking too foggy.
The fireplace crackled almost as loudly as Skinner moaned. And, now, as Dorian stared into the fire he was sure he heard the bed pounding against the wall.
He had lost his patience an hour ago.
All of a sudden his hand grasped his sword and he was up moving toward the room that held Skinner.
Mina followed. The test tube and a syringe grasped tightly in her hands.
"Don't!" she said as she came upon Dorian with his sword tip to Skinner's throat, "The sleep mixture is ready."
Dorian stared at her coldly as she pulled a cork from the test tube and filled the syringe. Her hands seemed to be moving quicker than usual. He could tell that she was very nervous.
"You look so beautiful when you are terrified, my dear Mina." Dorian purred lightly, a half grin resting at the side of his mouth. He pushed the sword harder against Skinner's skin, it cut a small gash just under his chin, "I think my sword shall go deeper if you don't hurry."
She looked angry for a second, "Don't do that, Dorian, I can't concentrate with him bleeding all over himself."
"Pity," Dorian said as he dabbed at Skinner's chin with the gag that was hanging from Skinner's mouth, "I would be able to concentrate better if he were bleeding more profusely."
Mina sighed lightly, "I'll have it ready in a second."
The cut was slowly drying. Dorian stuffed the end of the bloody scarf deeper into Skinner's mouth. The man began to cough violently.
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Mina scoffed again, her hands shaking visibly as she tapped the side of the syringe. She adjusted the glasses on her nose, her eyes staring into the small tube. She wasn't sure of what this would do to Skinner, after all, he did have that invisibility potion running in his blood stream. Maybe this would kill him. She prayed silently that this small amount would only make him sleep.
She cursed herself lightly for worrying about Skinner's wellbeing. Why should she care if he lived or died? He shouldn't have been sneaking about in her room.
Dorian stood beside her now, his hand holding Skinner's arm up as he waited for her to get the dosage right so she could slam it into the man's vein. She seemed to be taking her time.
"Would you like to prepare a three course meal also or do you plan on putting that in his vein soon?" Dorian asked as his dark eyes watched the soft expressions of worry passing over Mina's face.
The white grease paint that stretched from Skinner's fingers to his shoulder was becoming slippery to Dorian's grasp and he was beginning to feel disgusted by it. He wanted this over with sooner rather than later. He grimaced at the pulse of Skinner's vein against his palm.
"We shouldn't do this, Dorian, it is dangerous." Mina said softly, Dorian raised the arm higher, his fingers digging into Skinner's flesh, "If he dies, it's on your head."
"It'll break my heart." Dorian said as he tapped Skinner's green vein with his finger, "Is this making you hungry, Mina?" he purred as the vein throbbed against Skinner's white arm.
Mina cleared her throat, "Hold his arm very still." She pressed the needle against the skin and whimpered slightly as it pricked a small hole in his flesh. A light trickle of warm blood seeped out, "I pray to God this doesn't kill him." She whispered as she slid the needle into his vein. Soon the syringe was empty and she pulled it out. Dorian dropped Skinner's limp arm as Mina stepped in to wrap a scarf around it.
"Time to get that Winchester." Dorian said as he opened the door for Lucifer to exit.
"Why is it that dog has to leave the room every night at exactly six o'clock?" Mina asked as she laid Skinner's arm next to his body on the bed, "Where does he go?"
"It's just a routine, Mina. No need getting all paranoid about it." Dorian walked into the other room to reseat himself with his book.
Mina followed, but stopped at her closet for a quick redressing.
"I suppose I have a date with Tom tonight?" she came out of the closet in brown dress pants and a white blouse, "And you must promise not to hurt Skinner while I am out."
"Too much compassion." Dorian whispered as he turned another page, now sliding his eyes over to her, "But, yes, I promise to be good as long as I get the gun by midnight."
"Yes, your majesty." She said dryly, her hand on the doorknob.
"Any later than midnight and I will cut his throat." Dorian added softly as she opened the door.
A slight shudder of pure horror ran through her for a second.
Quickly she regained her composure and left the room.
