Dorian Grey dragged himself across the floor, holding his hand to where his throat had been punctured; it seemed to not be deep or that anything of importance was severed despite the amount of blood. Still, it hurt like a BITCH. After decades of not feeling pain because of his condition, the stinging and burning proved to be almost unbearable.

He was going to murder the both of them for this outrage!

He would force the potion down Mina's throat and kill her as painfully as he could...same thing with that shivery rat, Dorian just had to find someplace to hide till he was back to himself again; such a thing could not last long; it couldn't, he refused to fathom it.

Dorian got to his feet using a few crates, the blood from the punctures having stopped now, though they still stung; he was told vampire bites were meant to be PLEASUREABLE, or at least painless.

"I will make her suffer for that...They all will-"

A growl from behind Dorian drew his attention as a soft voice spoke to him.

"I don't think so."

"Wha-

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Dorian groaned as he regained consciousness and tried to reach up to rub at his throbbing head, only to have his efforts stopped by the sound of metal clanking.

"Oh, good, you are awake; I was a bit concerned," Jekyll said, smiling a bit as he watched Dorian come more to his senses, sitting in a chair beside the table where the once-immortal lay, Henry's hands rested on his lap as though he was a regular doctor again tending a patient.

"You hit me!?" Dorian growled, struggling against the chain binding him to the table.

"You hit me first," Henry shrugged, getting to his feet. "But schoolyard argument aside...I have very little time to do what I need to before my absence is noticed..."

"What are you going to do? Kill me? I might be in a human body now, but I will be immortal again sooner than later; I know my ...complications do not die so easily," Dorian boasted. "If you think that you can frighten me, you little-"

Cool metal dragged itself down Dorian's face, it took only a moment for him to realize it was a scalpel and that the doctor had gloves on.

"Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Grey...your countless lovers of all sorts and stations means you have the potential to have several conditions attached to your person this very minute now that your blood is back to flowing again...and if I can come up with a treatment for vampirism, then perhaps I can use your blood to come up with cures for none-supernatural conditions" Henry smiled, but this was short-lived as Dorian laughed in his face.

"Still trying to play the good man, are we? Who else do you think will care about those conditions? No one, people think those diseases are only for those who society deems expendable, people who society wants to die; you think you can gain a reputation again by curing illness in prostitutes and people with alternative tastes? No, best that people like me live on using them for their intended purposes, and they die forgotten so they can't poison better peo-AH!"

Dorian really should have expected the scalpel to go into his leg.

And feel lucky it wasn't his testicles.

Every swear imaginable was rained into Henry's ears as Dorian hissed at him like a snake that had been stepped on, promises of every harm possible upon his person, both physical and mental.

Jekyll felt heat burn in the back of his head, Hyde silent, the promise of watching his supposedly better half put on a good show for him more than enough to keep the monster sated. If Dorian had perhaps shown a shred of empathy, of desire to make up for his own sins, even a few tears might have moved the doctor who clung to the pieces of his humanity like a lifeline to rethink his actions.

Dorian's laughter rang in Henry's ears like a damaged bell through the current shouts and swears; he was not sorry at all; how on earth could he expect any less from a man who had carelessly thrown his soul away for his painting to take on his sins?

A small part of Jekyll admitted to knowing sin well, not just through Hyde, but his own; he too had carelessly played with forces beyond his control and paid for his folly in blood.

This was for the best.

Rid the world of Dorian Grey forever; there was no going back on this; he didn't care about what he had done before or after.

He hurt without care and didn't see the flashes of his sins and careless debauchery flash through his eyes, causing a twisting in his gut from the guilt.

He hurt Mina, more than once, their sweet Mina who had done nothing to deserve her awful fate of being a vampire, who had loved and lost her husband, her soul mate, the man who no other could ever hope to compete with, Henry loved her, but he knew she could never call another man her husband, just as he did not deserve to call any woman his wife.

The fact he could wrap her in his arms and at least pretend to offer her the protection of a man, wishing she truly did feel safe in his embrace, was far more than he deserved, but Jekyll craved it desperately.

The scalpel was removed swiftly and with another rude outburst from Dorian.

A vial was pressed to Dorian's leg as thick dark red blood poured into it freely before being safely capped with a cork and put into a nearby bag.

Now Dorian was a little worried; all the previous looks of hesitance, of fear, the questioning of actions, were gone; all that was left was a look of pure ice, mouth turned in a disapproving frown as the redheaded brute even had the gall to chop off a good chunk of Dorian's luscious locks for his collection.

"You think you can just scrap me for parts, you little bastard!?" Dorian growled, struggling more against the bindings.

Jekyll gave a mild shrug "Well, just the good parts that I can use, so you do not have to worry; your privates are safe."

"YOU-!?"

A cloth was stuffed into the ex-immortals mouth.

"Hah, now, that's better" Henry smiled a bit, feeling a sense of glee build up at having shut Dorian up. "Now, let's see, where was I?"