Greetings!
I have finals this week, but I can't be studying 24 hours a day, so I plan to work on this during study breaks. Next week I'm going home, and I hope to finish up this story at home. There are only a couple more chapters to go.
Shout-outs:
To Silent Bob 546: Actually, I think that most people would be kind of grossed out to see naked vampires in a magazine (except for Skinner, of course. And Mina. And maybe Hyde.) But I certainly wouldn't want to look at an issue of PlayVamp!
To queerquail: You're probably right, but I don't know the truth. So, I'm just going to pretend that vampires only live for a few hundred years. The idea's convenient for the story, anyway.
To Ares: I'm sorry, but I don't think Mina will have the chance to meet Dorian while she's drunk. She was GOING to, but then I got a great idea for a plot change. I still hope to use "Dor-dor," though.
When we last left off, the men of the League were getting drunk and playing poker in Skinner's room. So, let's return to that scene, shall we...
*
It was two in the morning, and Rodney Skinner's room on the Nautilus was not a pretty sight. Skinner himself was passed out on the floor from drinking too much.
Tom Sawyer was also unconscious, but for a different reason. He was just sitting and talking with Donna, completely sober, his very first whiskey in his hand, not even half empty. Suddenly, Edward Hyde came up behind him and smashed his head in with the card table in a drunken rage. Hyde had accused him of cheating during poker.
Of course, Tom hadn't even been playing poker. He was just talking with Donna. Hyde was awfully stupid when he was drunk.
Donna was about to yell for help when Henry Jekyll started puking in the corner. He was the one who had swiped the extra bottle of whiskey lying on Skinner's bed. Like I said earlier, drinking was his guilty pleasure.
"Henry!" Donna exclaimed, in shock. "Oh my God! Hold on, okay? I'll be right back with help!"
Hyde, meanwhile, had found the issues of PlayVamp that Skinner had hidden under his bed, and was huddled in the opposite corner, giggling like a schoolgirl at all of the naked vampires.
Donna burst out of Skinner's room and went to McCane's room down the corridor a little ways. Luckily, he wasn't asleep. Andre McCane hardly ever slept.
"Andre, it's Tom! Edward Hyde hit him with a table, and he's passed out on the floor, and I think he has a concussion! And Dr. Jekyll has alcohol poisoning, he's sick in the corner..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" McCane slowed her down. He got up and put his arm around her. "Okay, what's going on, now?"
"Edward Hyde hit Tom Sawyer over the head with a card table, and now Tom's unconscious."
"Why?" asked McCane, confused.
"Oh, Edward was drunk! I don't even know why I volunteered to be in that room tonight anyway!" Donna thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah. It was to keep Henry away from Mina. Never mind."
"Okay, I'll see if Batsie's awake next door, and we'll get her to help Tom. Just keep everything under control."
"I'll try my best."
* * *
Donna was sitting in Skinner's room, cradling Tom's unconscious head in her arms. She had tried rousing him, but it was no use. Hyde had got him good.
Andre McCane came in and started to lift Tom off the floor. "Here, help me move him into Batsie's room."
"Why can't Batsie just come in here?" Donna asked him.
McCane spread his arms around Skinner's room. "Donna, really! Batsie's too much of a lady to see this!"
Donna felt somewhat insulted, but she thought McCane had made a good point. She picked up his chest, and McCane picked up his legs. Together, they carried Tom off to Batsie's room.
* * *
Andre and Donna lay Tom's body down on a purple velvet sofa in Batsie's room. Batsie Linoge clamped her hand down on Tom's skull like a claw. In a matter of seconds, Tom's eyes started to flutter back open.
"There," Batsie smiled. "He had a concussion, but it's healed now. He'll have a severe headache for the next few hours, but other than that, he should be fine."
"Thanks, Batsie," said McCane. He turned to Donna. "I'll make sure Tom's all right. You get back to Skinner's room and make sure that nothing else like this happens."
"Oh, do I really have to go back there?" Donna whined.
"Yes. You volunteered to, and there are still drunk people in there!"
Donna sighed, left Batsie's room, and headed back toward Skinner's. However, before she got there, she ran into Captain Nemo.
"Donna. Where's McCane?" Nemo asked her.
Donna turned around and pointed down the hall. "Batsie's room. Why?"
"Important scientific business."
Donna shrugged and moved on to Skinner's room, where nothing had changed in the three minutes that she had been out. Skinner was still unconscious, Henry was still vomiting in the corner, and Hyde was flipping through issue after issue of PlayVamp and laughing hysterically.
Donna sighed and rolled her eyes. She's never volunteer to do this again.
* * *
Nemo stood in Batsie's bedroom doorway. "McCane."
"Yes, Captain?" Andre McCane was checking Tom Sawyer's pulse, and Batsie was soothing his forehead with a cool washcloth.
Nemo walked over to him. "The conversation that we had earlier tonight at dinner...I've examined all of our choices, and I believe that Simon was right. Putting Dorian to sleep forever is just about the only thing we could do. As the captain, I order you to administer it as soon as possible."
McCane's mouth dropped open. "But, captain, Henry Jekyll said..."
"Henry Jekyll is not the captain of this ship. I am. And as the captain, I order you to do it."
"Yes, Captain. But are you sure it's our only option?"
"Yes. Dorian is a very dangerous individual, Andre. We cannot afford to let him out of our sight again, even with amnesia, because he's bound to get his memory back sometime and come after us again. And we cannot keep him with us, because like I said, the moment he gets his memory back, the members of the League will be in danger. We have no other choice. He may not be able to die, but he can sleep. So he just has to go to sleep forever."
"Yes, Captain," McCane said. "But when you said, 'as soon as possible,' how soon were you talking about?"
"Right now." Nemo turned to Batsie. "Mrs. Linoge, you will assist your ex-husband with the operation, to make sure everything runs smoothly."
Batsie was not one to disobey orders. "Yes, Captain," she said timidly.
McCane turned to her. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Well, my job is to fight evil isn't it?"
"True," McCane nodded. "All right, then." He sighed. "Let's get this over with."
* * *
Batsie and Andre, both solemn-faced, walked down the corridor together to Dorian's room. Batsie was fooling with the white chiffon scarf around her neck, and McCane was fooling with the black bag in his hands, which included a vial of the eternal sleeping potion, a stronger version of the drug used to put sick animals to sleep.
Andre peeked into Skinner's room. Hyde was through looking at PlayVamp, and was now trying to stuff an entire deck of cards into his mouth. Donna was trying to straighten up the room.
Andre looked at Batsie. "Should we tell her now?" his look asked her.
She sent him a look back. "No. Wait until tomorrow," it said to him.
They finally reached Dorian's room and slowly pushed open the door. Everything was in order, and Dorian was still fast asleep on the bed. Andre and Batsie walked over to the bed together.
"I'll do it," Batsie said. "Hand me the needle."
Wordlessly, Andre opened the small black bag and took out the vial and a syringe. He loaded the syringe with the liquid and handed it over to Batsie.
Batsie took it, but she didn't inject Dorian with it right away. She set the syringe down on the bed and closed her eyes.
"If you're going to stall, just let me do it," Andre said impatiently.
"I'm not stalling. Shouldn't we pray for him?"
Andre McCane folded his hands in prayer. "Oh, Lord, we're about to put Dorian Gray to sleep. From what Mina has told me, he's lived a long life, and he doesn't deserve to live any more. So, pray for him, Lord, as his soul descends into Hell, if he even has a soul. Amen," he prayed sarcastically.
Batsie stole an evil glance at him, but finished her prayer. Then she picked up the syringe and raised it high above her head to the heavens.
"Oh, Lord, this man will now fall into an eternal sleep, never to rouse again. Give me the guidance to plunge the needle into his veins, Lord, and give Dorian Gray the guidance to find his way to Heaven. Amen." Batsie prayed for everybody to get into Heaven, now matter how terrible they were.
With shaking hands, Batsie Linoge lowered the syringe and jabbed it into Dorian Gray's throat.
Job done.
*
Oh, NO!!! What's Jekyll going to say when he's sober again? What are they going to do with Dorian's body? And is Donna going to be scarred for life by the scenes of drunkenness she has experienced while in Skinner's room?
I hope to answer all of those questions in the next chapter. Remember to REVIEW!!
~ Alisonia
I have finals this week, but I can't be studying 24 hours a day, so I plan to work on this during study breaks. Next week I'm going home, and I hope to finish up this story at home. There are only a couple more chapters to go.
Shout-outs:
To Silent Bob 546: Actually, I think that most people would be kind of grossed out to see naked vampires in a magazine (except for Skinner, of course. And Mina. And maybe Hyde.) But I certainly wouldn't want to look at an issue of PlayVamp!
To queerquail: You're probably right, but I don't know the truth. So, I'm just going to pretend that vampires only live for a few hundred years. The idea's convenient for the story, anyway.
To Ares: I'm sorry, but I don't think Mina will have the chance to meet Dorian while she's drunk. She was GOING to, but then I got a great idea for a plot change. I still hope to use "Dor-dor," though.
When we last left off, the men of the League were getting drunk and playing poker in Skinner's room. So, let's return to that scene, shall we...
*
It was two in the morning, and Rodney Skinner's room on the Nautilus was not a pretty sight. Skinner himself was passed out on the floor from drinking too much.
Tom Sawyer was also unconscious, but for a different reason. He was just sitting and talking with Donna, completely sober, his very first whiskey in his hand, not even half empty. Suddenly, Edward Hyde came up behind him and smashed his head in with the card table in a drunken rage. Hyde had accused him of cheating during poker.
Of course, Tom hadn't even been playing poker. He was just talking with Donna. Hyde was awfully stupid when he was drunk.
Donna was about to yell for help when Henry Jekyll started puking in the corner. He was the one who had swiped the extra bottle of whiskey lying on Skinner's bed. Like I said earlier, drinking was his guilty pleasure.
"Henry!" Donna exclaimed, in shock. "Oh my God! Hold on, okay? I'll be right back with help!"
Hyde, meanwhile, had found the issues of PlayVamp that Skinner had hidden under his bed, and was huddled in the opposite corner, giggling like a schoolgirl at all of the naked vampires.
Donna burst out of Skinner's room and went to McCane's room down the corridor a little ways. Luckily, he wasn't asleep. Andre McCane hardly ever slept.
"Andre, it's Tom! Edward Hyde hit him with a table, and he's passed out on the floor, and I think he has a concussion! And Dr. Jekyll has alcohol poisoning, he's sick in the corner..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" McCane slowed her down. He got up and put his arm around her. "Okay, what's going on, now?"
"Edward Hyde hit Tom Sawyer over the head with a card table, and now Tom's unconscious."
"Why?" asked McCane, confused.
"Oh, Edward was drunk! I don't even know why I volunteered to be in that room tonight anyway!" Donna thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah. It was to keep Henry away from Mina. Never mind."
"Okay, I'll see if Batsie's awake next door, and we'll get her to help Tom. Just keep everything under control."
"I'll try my best."
* * *
Donna was sitting in Skinner's room, cradling Tom's unconscious head in her arms. She had tried rousing him, but it was no use. Hyde had got him good.
Andre McCane came in and started to lift Tom off the floor. "Here, help me move him into Batsie's room."
"Why can't Batsie just come in here?" Donna asked him.
McCane spread his arms around Skinner's room. "Donna, really! Batsie's too much of a lady to see this!"
Donna felt somewhat insulted, but she thought McCane had made a good point. She picked up his chest, and McCane picked up his legs. Together, they carried Tom off to Batsie's room.
* * *
Andre and Donna lay Tom's body down on a purple velvet sofa in Batsie's room. Batsie Linoge clamped her hand down on Tom's skull like a claw. In a matter of seconds, Tom's eyes started to flutter back open.
"There," Batsie smiled. "He had a concussion, but it's healed now. He'll have a severe headache for the next few hours, but other than that, he should be fine."
"Thanks, Batsie," said McCane. He turned to Donna. "I'll make sure Tom's all right. You get back to Skinner's room and make sure that nothing else like this happens."
"Oh, do I really have to go back there?" Donna whined.
"Yes. You volunteered to, and there are still drunk people in there!"
Donna sighed, left Batsie's room, and headed back toward Skinner's. However, before she got there, she ran into Captain Nemo.
"Donna. Where's McCane?" Nemo asked her.
Donna turned around and pointed down the hall. "Batsie's room. Why?"
"Important scientific business."
Donna shrugged and moved on to Skinner's room, where nothing had changed in the three minutes that she had been out. Skinner was still unconscious, Henry was still vomiting in the corner, and Hyde was flipping through issue after issue of PlayVamp and laughing hysterically.
Donna sighed and rolled her eyes. She's never volunteer to do this again.
* * *
Nemo stood in Batsie's bedroom doorway. "McCane."
"Yes, Captain?" Andre McCane was checking Tom Sawyer's pulse, and Batsie was soothing his forehead with a cool washcloth.
Nemo walked over to him. "The conversation that we had earlier tonight at dinner...I've examined all of our choices, and I believe that Simon was right. Putting Dorian to sleep forever is just about the only thing we could do. As the captain, I order you to administer it as soon as possible."
McCane's mouth dropped open. "But, captain, Henry Jekyll said..."
"Henry Jekyll is not the captain of this ship. I am. And as the captain, I order you to do it."
"Yes, Captain. But are you sure it's our only option?"
"Yes. Dorian is a very dangerous individual, Andre. We cannot afford to let him out of our sight again, even with amnesia, because he's bound to get his memory back sometime and come after us again. And we cannot keep him with us, because like I said, the moment he gets his memory back, the members of the League will be in danger. We have no other choice. He may not be able to die, but he can sleep. So he just has to go to sleep forever."
"Yes, Captain," McCane said. "But when you said, 'as soon as possible,' how soon were you talking about?"
"Right now." Nemo turned to Batsie. "Mrs. Linoge, you will assist your ex-husband with the operation, to make sure everything runs smoothly."
Batsie was not one to disobey orders. "Yes, Captain," she said timidly.
McCane turned to her. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Well, my job is to fight evil isn't it?"
"True," McCane nodded. "All right, then." He sighed. "Let's get this over with."
* * *
Batsie and Andre, both solemn-faced, walked down the corridor together to Dorian's room. Batsie was fooling with the white chiffon scarf around her neck, and McCane was fooling with the black bag in his hands, which included a vial of the eternal sleeping potion, a stronger version of the drug used to put sick animals to sleep.
Andre peeked into Skinner's room. Hyde was through looking at PlayVamp, and was now trying to stuff an entire deck of cards into his mouth. Donna was trying to straighten up the room.
Andre looked at Batsie. "Should we tell her now?" his look asked her.
She sent him a look back. "No. Wait until tomorrow," it said to him.
They finally reached Dorian's room and slowly pushed open the door. Everything was in order, and Dorian was still fast asleep on the bed. Andre and Batsie walked over to the bed together.
"I'll do it," Batsie said. "Hand me the needle."
Wordlessly, Andre opened the small black bag and took out the vial and a syringe. He loaded the syringe with the liquid and handed it over to Batsie.
Batsie took it, but she didn't inject Dorian with it right away. She set the syringe down on the bed and closed her eyes.
"If you're going to stall, just let me do it," Andre said impatiently.
"I'm not stalling. Shouldn't we pray for him?"
Andre McCane folded his hands in prayer. "Oh, Lord, we're about to put Dorian Gray to sleep. From what Mina has told me, he's lived a long life, and he doesn't deserve to live any more. So, pray for him, Lord, as his soul descends into Hell, if he even has a soul. Amen," he prayed sarcastically.
Batsie stole an evil glance at him, but finished her prayer. Then she picked up the syringe and raised it high above her head to the heavens.
"Oh, Lord, this man will now fall into an eternal sleep, never to rouse again. Give me the guidance to plunge the needle into his veins, Lord, and give Dorian Gray the guidance to find his way to Heaven. Amen." Batsie prayed for everybody to get into Heaven, now matter how terrible they were.
With shaking hands, Batsie Linoge lowered the syringe and jabbed it into Dorian Gray's throat.
Job done.
*
Oh, NO!!! What's Jekyll going to say when he's sober again? What are they going to do with Dorian's body? And is Donna going to be scarred for life by the scenes of drunkenness she has experienced while in Skinner's room?
I hope to answer all of those questions in the next chapter. Remember to REVIEW!!
~ Alisonia