He heh he. :-) Sorry about the mix up, here's chapter nine. Keep the reviews coming.

The Second week of college started off badly for Jekyll and Dorian, both had to cut all Monday lectures to be questioned by the police since they were the less people to see Sybil Vane, who had committed suicide by slitting her wrists on Sunday night.

On Tuesday, Dorian joined the newly created group of friends, as Mina invited him along, thinking he needed company at this time.

"What's he doing here?" asked Jekyll as he joined them in the cafeteria, looking antagonistically at Dorian.
"It's not Dorian's fault, he needs company." Mina said, defending her boyfriend.
"I'll tell you what he needs"
"Jekyll, come on!" said Skinner, "Dorian has frankly more going through his mind than you do."

Jekyll felt something stirring in him, he felt like telling Mina that Dorian was paying men to accost his girlfriend so that he could approach her, he felt like reaching across the table and burying his fist into Dorian's nose. As he felt the emotions building up, he stood up and walked away as the migraine started.

Jekyll's migraine had ended as he lay on a couch in his apartment, yet it seemed like another one could begin as someone was knocking on the door profusely.

"Skinner, I don't care if you lost your keys, you can sleep out tonight."

The knocking continued, so he went and opened the door. In the doorway stood a girl as old as he, she had long wavy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, she slightly on the short side and wore a short skirt with a white sweater and a pair of black leather boots.

"Who are you?" he asked as he looked her up and down.
"'Who are you?'? Is that how you answer the door?" she responded.
"Excuse me, Miss! But Who the HELL are you"
"I'm a friend of Dorian's. How dare you, make such accusations of him"
"Somebody has to tell that brat that he just doesn't go around hurting people like that and get away with it"
"Oh, so you're Sybil's best friend, are you? Did you get to know each other in the one morning when you met"
"You should have seen her, she was"
"I know Sybil well, Mister Jekyll. Dorian tried breaking it off several times, but he'd get back with her to spare her feelings"
"Then what's changed this time"
"This time he found some he actually cares about, whom he might even love one day; Mina"
"And I assume you're a friend of Mina as well"
"Actually, No"
"Well I am a friend of hers, and I don't want to see her end up like Sybil"
"Can we continue this inside?" asked the girl as she pushed Henry aside and walked in.

"Oh, please," said Jekyll with a roll of the eyes and closed the door, "Make your self at home"
"No thanks. Aren't you too old to still have dreams of rock and roll stardom?" asked the girl as she gestured at the guitars and drum set on which Ricevenom would practice.

"Isn't Dorian too old to send his mother to fight his battles"
"Dorian doesn't know I'm here, and I would appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut about it"
"Oh, well then in that case, I won't"
"Look, I'm not hoping to convince you of anything, I'm just here to tell you what a holier-than-thou royal prick you are"
"Look, missy, I want you out"
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet"
"OUT"
"MAKE ME!"

Jekyll's blood was boiling, he was both pleased and enraged, for he did enjoy an occasional heated argument, he was also attracted to the mysterious girl with a tongue of fire.

"Don't think I won't." said Jekyll as he went to grab the girl by the shoulder, but she caught his hand and twisted it in a painful martial arts maneuver.

"Will you listen?"

Jekyll was in pain, but wouldn't give in. He twisted his torso to relieve himself of her hold and get out of her grasp.

"Listen, Missy"
"Missy? You keep throwing that word around, you must have a very limited vocabulary"
"Look, you're crazy. Crazy as a cave full of hyenas inhaling cannabis. You've come here without as much as an introduction and get involved in a private matter, then you refuse to leave. What will it take me to get out of here"
"I need you to listen and keep quiet. I know it's difficult for you, but try, will you, Mr. Jekyll?"

"Alright, if that's what it'll take then speak." said Jekyll as he sat on the sofa.
"I can't force you to like Dorian, or to think otherwise about his hand or lack thereof in the unfortunate fate if Sybil, god rest her soul. However, should you do anything to hurt his chances with Mina, then you'll have to deal with me, HEY, don't roll your eyes. If you do anything that'll lead directly or indirectly towards irreparable damage to Mina and Dorian's relationship, then I'll come after you. Don't let my five foot-one inch exterior fool you, I can make your life a living Hell."

The girl then turned around and stomped off, leaving Henry sitting behind wondering what the hell just happened.

"Wait!" he called as he stood up from his chair, she turned around to look at him.

"Didn't I make my self clear?" she asked.
"Oh, you made your self clear ever so dangerously. But you didn't say your name"
"And why should I"
"Well, you barged into my apartment, twisted my arm and yelled at me like mad. I've earned knowing it"
"My name"
"Yes, YOUR name. They gave you one as a baby, didn't they"
"Yes, they did. It's Irene, Irene Gray"
"Jesus Christ, you ARE Dorian's mother"
"Cousin, now goodbye."

She started to walk away, a sight that pleased Jekyll in some aspects but he didn't really was interested in happening yet.

"Hey, I'm not done." he said.
"What now"
"What If I have a bone to pick with you, how do I reach you"
"You don't. You don't tell me what to do, I tell YOU what to do"
"No problem, All I have to do is tell Mina about what happened at Lucy Westernra's party and you'll show at me doorstep for round two. But you wouldn't want that, would you"
"Are you asking for my number"
"What If I am"
"If you were, then I'd assume you want to ask me, like, out on a date or somethin"
"And how awful would that be"
"Umm, not too awful. Provided you shaved, bathed, dressed like a med student instead of a teenager, and kept speaking to a minimum"
"Alright, then; Fork it over."

"'Fork it over'?" asked Irene, "Seriously, do you kiss your mother with that mouth"
"Ugh, fine! Your Royal Highness, Miss Irene Gray. Will you bestow me with the honor of the series of digits which I may use to contact you using that contraption invented by that great Briton; Alexander Bell, known as a telephone."

This time Irene rolled her eyes as she scribbled down her number on a piece of paper and dropped it on the stairs.

"Oh, real mature!" said Jekyll.
"If you call and I don't answer, than that eithe rmeans that I'm not at home or that I got caller ID."

Irene then sprinted down the stairs, leaving loud sounds of her heels slamming into the wooden steps as well as a smell of her perfume in her wake.

"Little nutt!" said Jekyll to himself as he walked down the stairs to get to the scrap of paper. As he held it in his hand, he contemplated burning it and then going and ruining things for Dorian and Mina anyway, but to be frank, screwing Dorian over wasn't his main fixation at the moment. He suddenly found himself missing Irene immensly, craving being in her presence again and arguing with her again. What the hell was wrong with him?