How nice to log onto my computer and find so many reviews from you fine
folks, thanks and sorry I keep putting Grey instead of Gray but I live in
London so my computer keeps changing the spelling to the English version.
Complicated. Anyhoo, here's the update, enjoy and I must warn you the
rating is going to go up in the next chapter or so (after all it is Dorian
Gray) so bear with me and if you have a problem, tell me and I'll tone it
down a little. Bye,
~*Skaye
Jan 14th
Dear Diary, another day, another present from Dorian. A bunch of red roses and a card asking me to meet him after work tomorrow night to go to the opera. Honestly. As if I even wanted to see him again after his little gallery stunt. Somehow he guessed my favourite opera as well, Manon. It's French and contains the most beautiful aria I have ever heard. I have only seen it once with Lucy and I loved it. She got bored and started laughing at people's hats but I was crying by the end. I will most certainly not cry in front of Dorian, I will act bored and passé as if I go to the opera every week or so and couldn't care less. And I may wear red to upstage him, he always thinks he's such a rebel for wearing it in public. Work was boring, Langsdale is back and says his wife is recovering (as if I cared) and I no longer have to teach squeamish juniors.
Jan 15th
Dear Diary, what a day! I met up with Dorian at the opera house as promised wearing a red dress and necklace and as if to spite me, he turned up in a red suit! I acted (of course) as if I hadn't noticed but his look was unbearable. He got us fantastic seats (predictably) and although I tried to keep up my 'couldn't-care-less' act when my favourite aria started I couldn't help leaning forward in my seat just a little and almost smiling. To my surprise when I looked at him to check if he'd noticed. He wasn't even looking at me but rather was transfixed by the stage and seemed to be enjoying the song, my song, as much as I was. The nerve! So suddenly he's an avid opera fan as well as an art critic! To spite him, I commented that I found it dull and repetitive to see if he'd agree with me but he said he found the whole song and especially the flute counter melody enchanting, the very thing I said to Lucy! Now I really hate him. Afterwards he took me home and we talked the whole way about the ethics of immortality until I felt that he was getting dangerously close to hitting on my secret so I ended the conversation and found that we'd been standing talking outside my door for the past fifteen minutes. He laughed at the expression on my face when I noticed this and I felt like such an idiot. I grew angry and said as coldly as I could that I had better go inside, it was late. He said, "You know the polite thing to do would be to invite me in for tea" with such a smirk that I punched him square on the cheek. With my vampyric powers, I'm pretty strong but he didn't even flinch, he grabbed my wrist smoothly as I was pulling it back, pulled me towards him and kissed me right on the lips! Then he let me go, took a mock bow and said (politely as royalty!) "Goodnight then, Ms Harker" and swept off leaving me stunned in my doorway. I yelled something rather out of character after him at which he turned and saluted then I slammed the door, went into the parlour and collapsed into a chair, burning with what I wish I could say was just rage. I HATE Dorian Gray! If I ever meet him again I will tear out his throat and throw his sorry corpse in the Thames for the fish to eat! He may have got one over me this time but God-help-me I won't let him get away with again. Invite him in for tea indeed! I was so angry I actually went hunting the way Dracula used to and drank the blood of some poor innocent man who probably never did anything wrong in his life except stand in the wrong alley tonight. Dorian will pay.
What say you all? Too much too fast? Even I'm starting to hate him now. Mwahahaha this is getting fun. Get back to me on this wouldya. Muchos grasia,
~*Skaye
~*Skaye
Jan 14th
Dear Diary, another day, another present from Dorian. A bunch of red roses and a card asking me to meet him after work tomorrow night to go to the opera. Honestly. As if I even wanted to see him again after his little gallery stunt. Somehow he guessed my favourite opera as well, Manon. It's French and contains the most beautiful aria I have ever heard. I have only seen it once with Lucy and I loved it. She got bored and started laughing at people's hats but I was crying by the end. I will most certainly not cry in front of Dorian, I will act bored and passé as if I go to the opera every week or so and couldn't care less. And I may wear red to upstage him, he always thinks he's such a rebel for wearing it in public. Work was boring, Langsdale is back and says his wife is recovering (as if I cared) and I no longer have to teach squeamish juniors.
Jan 15th
Dear Diary, what a day! I met up with Dorian at the opera house as promised wearing a red dress and necklace and as if to spite me, he turned up in a red suit! I acted (of course) as if I hadn't noticed but his look was unbearable. He got us fantastic seats (predictably) and although I tried to keep up my 'couldn't-care-less' act when my favourite aria started I couldn't help leaning forward in my seat just a little and almost smiling. To my surprise when I looked at him to check if he'd noticed. He wasn't even looking at me but rather was transfixed by the stage and seemed to be enjoying the song, my song, as much as I was. The nerve! So suddenly he's an avid opera fan as well as an art critic! To spite him, I commented that I found it dull and repetitive to see if he'd agree with me but he said he found the whole song and especially the flute counter melody enchanting, the very thing I said to Lucy! Now I really hate him. Afterwards he took me home and we talked the whole way about the ethics of immortality until I felt that he was getting dangerously close to hitting on my secret so I ended the conversation and found that we'd been standing talking outside my door for the past fifteen minutes. He laughed at the expression on my face when I noticed this and I felt like such an idiot. I grew angry and said as coldly as I could that I had better go inside, it was late. He said, "You know the polite thing to do would be to invite me in for tea" with such a smirk that I punched him square on the cheek. With my vampyric powers, I'm pretty strong but he didn't even flinch, he grabbed my wrist smoothly as I was pulling it back, pulled me towards him and kissed me right on the lips! Then he let me go, took a mock bow and said (politely as royalty!) "Goodnight then, Ms Harker" and swept off leaving me stunned in my doorway. I yelled something rather out of character after him at which he turned and saluted then I slammed the door, went into the parlour and collapsed into a chair, burning with what I wish I could say was just rage. I HATE Dorian Gray! If I ever meet him again I will tear out his throat and throw his sorry corpse in the Thames for the fish to eat! He may have got one over me this time but God-help-me I won't let him get away with again. Invite him in for tea indeed! I was so angry I actually went hunting the way Dracula used to and drank the blood of some poor innocent man who probably never did anything wrong in his life except stand in the wrong alley tonight. Dorian will pay.
What say you all? Too much too fast? Even I'm starting to hate him now. Mwahahaha this is getting fun. Get back to me on this wouldya. Muchos grasia,
~*Skaye
