Thank you for all your nice reviews and if you think I'm kicking Gray out
of the story just yet you've got another thing coming. I'm not done with
him yet *rolls up sleeves* Already written next part but I still don't
quite like it so it'll be up when I'm satisfied it's readable. Until then...
Jan 27th
Dear Diary, it has been three days since his departure and I am exceptionally ashamed to admit that they have been three of the emptiest days of my life since Jonathan's death. My poor dear husband, what would he think of me now? With innocent blood on my hands and an obsession over a vain, self centred aristocrat. I thought I saw something in him, vulnerability shielded by an iron wall of dignity and resolve, it reminded me of myself but I was wrong. He played my like a game and left me. Forgive me Jonathan.
All right, now I know I have lost my mind, I am speaking to my dead husband in a diary. What happened to my common sense that so delighted Lucy and impressed my seniors at work? Where has my cold front and solid dignity gone? Dorian has robbed me of those. I will have them back, I will not dream of vengeance or live out my life in silly fantasies of his death at my murderous hands. I will be myself again and I will NOT let him have such power over me. Starting now my life is my own, not Dracula's, not Dorian's, not even Jonathan's. I am Mina Harker and I am alone.
Jan 28th
Dear Diary, people at work have definitely noticed the change in me. Dr Langsdale looks at me with concern and asked me if I needed some time off. I told him I was quite all right and could continue work. He shook his head but did not try to stop me. Let them worry, what have I to fear anymore? I got all my work finished much earlier than usual and was half way home before my stomach reminded me that this was because I forgot to take a lunch break. Typical, an immortal semi-demon who nearly keels over when she misses a meal. How Lucy would laugh. I seem to be thinking about my past an awful lot lately, it cannot be healthy. I blame Dorian but then I seem to be blaming him for everything right now, if the building I work in came falling down around my ears tomorrow I would probably blame him. Day finished rather enjoyably apart from the cabbie on the way home noticed a spot of blood on my neck as I was paying him. I had to tell him I worked at a hospital. More or less the truth, I do work with doctors and I would be one if it was not almost forbidden for women to study at university, Dr Langsdale is often telling me I have the potential.
Jan 30th
Dear Diary, at work today I overheard one of Dr Langsdale's friends speaking of Dorian so, curious, I asked him what the news was. He was somewhat hesitant at telling me, apparently there are rumours flying about regarding Dorian and myself, but with one long, hard stare, he confessed that Dorian is supposed to be returning to London next week for reasons undisclosed. How perfect. I smiled in a way that the men didn't like, something like 'a cat which has just seen the bird that got away' were the exact words Dr Kells used when he thought I couldn't hear. What do I care what they think? I have revenge to wreak. Next week. I have not looked to a date with such grim anticipation since that journey to Transylvania all those years ago. Each time usually precedes bloodshed.
P.S. I took on board the suggestion of attempting the whole movie from Mina's POV and if that's something you'd read then say so and I'll give it a go. I mean, how hard could it be? Wait, don't say how hard it could be or I might reconsider. Ah well, get back to me on it.
Jan 27th
Dear Diary, it has been three days since his departure and I am exceptionally ashamed to admit that they have been three of the emptiest days of my life since Jonathan's death. My poor dear husband, what would he think of me now? With innocent blood on my hands and an obsession over a vain, self centred aristocrat. I thought I saw something in him, vulnerability shielded by an iron wall of dignity and resolve, it reminded me of myself but I was wrong. He played my like a game and left me. Forgive me Jonathan.
All right, now I know I have lost my mind, I am speaking to my dead husband in a diary. What happened to my common sense that so delighted Lucy and impressed my seniors at work? Where has my cold front and solid dignity gone? Dorian has robbed me of those. I will have them back, I will not dream of vengeance or live out my life in silly fantasies of his death at my murderous hands. I will be myself again and I will NOT let him have such power over me. Starting now my life is my own, not Dracula's, not Dorian's, not even Jonathan's. I am Mina Harker and I am alone.
Jan 28th
Dear Diary, people at work have definitely noticed the change in me. Dr Langsdale looks at me with concern and asked me if I needed some time off. I told him I was quite all right and could continue work. He shook his head but did not try to stop me. Let them worry, what have I to fear anymore? I got all my work finished much earlier than usual and was half way home before my stomach reminded me that this was because I forgot to take a lunch break. Typical, an immortal semi-demon who nearly keels over when she misses a meal. How Lucy would laugh. I seem to be thinking about my past an awful lot lately, it cannot be healthy. I blame Dorian but then I seem to be blaming him for everything right now, if the building I work in came falling down around my ears tomorrow I would probably blame him. Day finished rather enjoyably apart from the cabbie on the way home noticed a spot of blood on my neck as I was paying him. I had to tell him I worked at a hospital. More or less the truth, I do work with doctors and I would be one if it was not almost forbidden for women to study at university, Dr Langsdale is often telling me I have the potential.
Jan 30th
Dear Diary, at work today I overheard one of Dr Langsdale's friends speaking of Dorian so, curious, I asked him what the news was. He was somewhat hesitant at telling me, apparently there are rumours flying about regarding Dorian and myself, but with one long, hard stare, he confessed that Dorian is supposed to be returning to London next week for reasons undisclosed. How perfect. I smiled in a way that the men didn't like, something like 'a cat which has just seen the bird that got away' were the exact words Dr Kells used when he thought I couldn't hear. What do I care what they think? I have revenge to wreak. Next week. I have not looked to a date with such grim anticipation since that journey to Transylvania all those years ago. Each time usually precedes bloodshed.
P.S. I took on board the suggestion of attempting the whole movie from Mina's POV and if that's something you'd read then say so and I'll give it a go. I mean, how hard could it be? Wait, don't say how hard it could be or I might reconsider. Ah well, get back to me on it.
