"My names is Dorian Gray, I am... Basil, what am I really supposed to say? Should I just keep yammering on? Talk without actually saying anything? Alright, I'll do it... Yada yad yada gobble gobble gobble. I'm a male chauvinist pig, and I'm a cold hearted bastard, god save the queen she is no human being."
"My names is Dorian Gray, I am... Basil, what am I really supposed to say? Should I just keep yammering on? Talk without actually saying anything? Alright, I'll do it... Yada yad yada gobble gobble gobble."
Dorian hit the pause button on the remote to stop the DVD from looping; he couldn't believe what was going on, which was understandable, since Digital Versatile Discs rarely ever change content on their own.
Could it be some elaborate prank, Basil perhaps? Or maybe it was some college kid he had humiliated and was looking for payback.
No, it was impossible; he knew it was his voice. And the doorman wouldn't let anyone through the door that didn't belong, much less his apartment.
His words were changing, the gibberish he had uttered had turned into the phrases,"I'm a male chauvinist pig and I'm a cold hearted bastard..."
He also remembered the appearance of a scar on his cheek on film the same time he had cut himself shaving, a cut that had been healed and faded away by morning.
It was impossible, he thought. Suddenly, he remembered what had taken place that afternoon last week, when he had expressed his desire to forfeit his soul in exchange for his filmic self enduring what time would have normally inflict upon his reel self.
Could it have come true? Could there some force of darkness that was listening to his prayer and granted him what he had desired?
There was one easy way to find out, he focused on his visage displayed on screen, focusing n every feature, curve and hair. He then went to the bathroom and produced a straight razor; he sliced his jaw to scar himself noticeably. He may end up to been mistaken and scared, but then his mind would be at ease.
Pressing his palm to keep blood from dripping to the floor he went to the TV screen.
"Nothing," he said as he looked at the screen and saw only the one scar, "Thank...Oh God!"
Before his eyes, a scar started to form on his on-screen jaw, while the one on his actual jaw which was beginning to heel instantly. He ran to a mirror to see that the cut had sealed and it looked like it happened two days ago, at this rate the wound would disappear within hours.
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Some sleeping pills and nine hours later, Dorian woke up to look at his reflection, the scar was gone.
The first thing he did was taking out the DVD and placing it in a cabinet he rarely opened. He then spent the next hour clearing a walk in closet in the hall, he then went out and bought a small TV and a DVD player which he installed in the closet, put a chair in and put in the disc.
He couldn't resist sitting on the chair inside the closet and watching the it again, full with awe at the miracle that filled him with question. Like: Did he stop aging? Will he look like this forever? Could he even be killed? The possibilities were endless.
He got out of the closet and locked it behind him and hooked the key onto his key chain. The whole thing filled him with a sudden lust for life, and speaking of lust, he remembered he had a date with Mina tonight.
He got dressed and dashed out with a wide smile, ready to suck the marrow out of life.
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Jekyll who was slightly hung-over dropped off Nemo and Alan, who were very hung-over and had spent the night at their place at Verne-Haggard Hall, while Skinner stayed home, as he was still drunk.
As Jekyll drove back in Skinner's car, he spotted a girl walking alone, looking completely disheveled.
He slowed down for a closer look; it was Sybil, whom he only knew as Dorian's girlfriend. She obviously looked like she had spent the whole night out, crying and walking aimlessly.
Jekyll rolled down the window and called, "Miss... Miss... Sybil."
She looked at him with sad apathy and said nothing.
"Are you Okay?"
She walked and didn't answer.
"Are you alright?"
She walked and didn't answer.
"Do you need a lift?"
She walked and didn't answer.
"Oh, for God's sake!"
Jekyll hit the gas to advance for a little distance, then stopped and got out of the car.
"It's freezing," said Jekyll as he stood in Sybil's way, "You look like a Zombie, please get in m car and let me take you home."
Jekyll was still dizzy from the drinking to not realize that he was acting like a would be attacker, and that she knew absolutely nothing of him. But never the less she obliged and got into the passengers seat.
Sybil told him where she lived and he started driving silently.
Jekyll wasn't a fan of gossip, but he was really curious to find out what was going on. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the tragic beauty sitting at his side.
"Would you like some breakfast? Are you by any chance hungry"
"Yes." she said in a whimper as she was fighting back a flood of tears.
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Jekyll took a sip of tea as Sybil held a cup of coffee in her hand, having barely touched it.
"Have you ever been in love, that you couldn't remember or imagine life without it"
"Can't say that I have." said Jekyll.
"I did, and he chucked it all away for some tall girl with hair like carrots."
Jekyll could easily deduce she was talking about Mina.
"Who are you?" asked Sybil as she suddenly realized she was discussing her love life with a perfect stranger.
"My name is Henry, I'm a friend of Lucy Westenra." said Jekyll, lying about the last part because he didn't want to scare her away.
"What am I going to do? How can I live without him? Do you think we still have a chance?"
"Look Sybil, maybe this isn't as bad as you think. I'm not a fan of clichés, but this isn't the end of the world. You'll think it cans till be fixed, you'll try to give something's up for him, you'll be mad at him, you'll morn loosing him, but then you'll accept it all and get over it. Pardon me if I'm not tactful, but it's not as bad as you think."
"I want to go home."
Jekyll realized he couldn't do more, so he paid the check and escorted her out and drove her to her apartment.
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Several hours later, Sybil cut her wrists as she lay on her bed, surrounded by pictures of her and Dorian, love letters he wrote her, she wore jewelry that he had given her. She lay on the bed with a mad smile on her lips, as her veins pumped the blood out of her cuts, she died within an hour.