Immortal Whispers
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G through L › League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,891
Reviews:
2
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I do not own The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
PART 2
In the days that followed, Mina kept hearing the name Dorian Gray. It seemed that the young playboy was a constant subject of the rumor mills. No one was quite sure where he was from or who his family was. He was believed to have been in wars and foreign government, as well as performing his Vaudeville act as far away as the Americas.
This all seemed highly unlikely to Mina. Dorian looked to be no older than she was, so it was inconceivable for him to have accomplished so much in such a short lifetime.
Still, she couldn’t help but find herself eavesdropping on all the talk. She was fascinated and more than a little empathetic. When she had been ravaged by a foreign count, she too found her name on every Londoner’s lips. It was only over the past few months that she was able to sink back into relative obscurity, which was where she preferred to stay.
Thoughts of the count made her skin crawl a bit, as they usually did. Her hand traveled unconsciously to the red scarf that adorned her neck. When she realized what she was doing, she dropped her hand back to her side. ‘No reason to get oneself all flustered.’
She sighed heavily and hailed a carriage. The cabby grunted, “Where to missus?”
She gave him her address and leaned back in the cab, her eyes closed against the torrent of emotions. The clip clopping of the horse’s hooves on the cobblestones lulled her to sleep. As was the case whenever she was upset, her dreams turned to Lucy.
‘Dearest Lucy.’ She stood gazing down at the resting place of her childhood friend. Lucille Westenra had been murdered by the same monster who had left her forever changed. She was almost a full vampire now. Her thirst was not as all consuming, nor did she have the aversion to sunlight, but she was still mostly a creature of darkness.
Her eternal gift from Count Dracula.
Mina stood conversing with Lucy’s grave for a while. She drew curious looks from some of her fellow mourners. This was not as a result of her behavior, as it was not uncommon to see someone conversing with a deceased loved one, but there were very few in the area that did not know of both Mina and Lucy, and the strangeness that they had endured. As always, Jonathan approached her in her dream.
“Mina my love.”
“Jonathan.”
She kissed him tenderly and let him hold her. Then, as was typical of the dreams, Jonathan pulled away from her, a look of sheer horror on his face. Mina could see the two puncture wounds on his neck, slowly oozing blood. She placed her fingertips to her mouth and drew them back, covered in warm, red stickiness.
She gazed imploringly at her beloved. “Jonathan! Please! I’m sorry!”
“Monster,” he said. “You’re nothing but a monster, just like him! Stay away from me!”Her eyelids shot open and she sat up stock straight. The carriage was just pulling up in front of her home. She shakily paid the driver and went inside her flat.
This all seemed highly unlikely to Mina. Dorian looked to be no older than she was, so it was inconceivable for him to have accomplished so much in such a short lifetime.
Still, she couldn’t help but find herself eavesdropping on all the talk. She was fascinated and more than a little empathetic. When she had been ravaged by a foreign count, she too found her name on every Londoner’s lips. It was only over the past few months that she was able to sink back into relative obscurity, which was where she preferred to stay.
Thoughts of the count made her skin crawl a bit, as they usually did. Her hand traveled unconsciously to the red scarf that adorned her neck. When she realized what she was doing, she dropped her hand back to her side. ‘No reason to get oneself all flustered.’
She sighed heavily and hailed a carriage. The cabby grunted, “Where to missus?”
She gave him her address and leaned back in the cab, her eyes closed against the torrent of emotions. The clip clopping of the horse’s hooves on the cobblestones lulled her to sleep. As was the case whenever she was upset, her dreams turned to Lucy.
‘Dearest Lucy.’ She stood gazing down at the resting place of her childhood friend. Lucille Westenra had been murdered by the same monster who had left her forever changed. She was almost a full vampire now. Her thirst was not as all consuming, nor did she have the aversion to sunlight, but she was still mostly a creature of darkness.
Her eternal gift from Count Dracula.
Mina stood conversing with Lucy’s grave for a while. She drew curious looks from some of her fellow mourners. This was not as a result of her behavior, as it was not uncommon to see someone conversing with a deceased loved one, but there were very few in the area that did not know of both Mina and Lucy, and the strangeness that they had endured. As always, Jonathan approached her in her dream.
“Mina my love.”
“Jonathan.”
She kissed him tenderly and let him hold her. Then, as was typical of the dreams, Jonathan pulled away from her, a look of sheer horror on his face. Mina could see the two puncture wounds on his neck, slowly oozing blood. She placed her fingertips to her mouth and drew them back, covered in warm, red stickiness.
She gazed imploringly at her beloved. “Jonathan! Please! I’m sorry!”
“Monster,” he said. “You’re nothing but a monster, just like him! Stay away from me!”Her eyelids shot open and she sat up stock straight. The carriage was just pulling up in front of her home. She shakily paid the driver and went inside her flat.