DISCLAIMER: If I owned LXG and its characters I wouldn't be writing
fanfiction, believe me. :)
Author's Notes: This fic is mainly about Dorian Gray, although he is not my favorite character from the movie. That would be Tom Sawyer. Dorian was a good bad guy though, so here's a theory how Dorian didn't really die after all.
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-The Immortality of Dorian Gray-
Autumn in London was no fun. Everyone knew that. On that particular evening it was raining. Not an unusual thing for English weather, of course. In the Mason's house in the heart of London, a little girl pressed her nose against the window, staring longingly at the streets outside. How boring it was, being stuck at home. If only she had someone to play with.
"Lisa? What are you doing there?"
Lisa turned her head, shaking her dark curls.
"I'm waiting for mommy. When is she coming back?"
The maid sighed and approached the window, quickly closing the curtains.
"Your mother is not coming home today, Lisa. Maybe you should go to sleep, it's late."
"I'm not tired."
Lisa stepped away from the window, holding her old doll close to her. She walked to the huge marble staircase leading to the bedrooms and the study.
"I want to see daddy's paintings."
"You know you're not allowed to, Lisa."
Lisa ignored her and started up the stairs, one at a time. The maid shook her head, and turned to do some last chores before retiring to bed. Lisa would go to bed when she felt like it. Every member of the household staff gave up on telling Lisa what to do a while ago.
~~~~~~
The study was a large room filled with treasures Lisa's father collected in his life. There were rows upon rows of books, some looked new and modern, while others looked practically ancient. The walls were also covered in paintings. Lisa loved looking at them with daddy. He'd take her by the hand, point out paintings and tell her about their history.
Lisa pushed open the heavy doors to the room, clutching her doll a little tighter. The room was dark. The curtains were drawn. Lisa clumsily lighted a candle, and set it on the huge desk. The light fell on the objects around it. A picture of her and her mother, some sheets of paper with her father's notes, a bottle of ink, and a painting she'd never seen before.
Lisa crawled onto the heavy leather chair and studied it. It was a portrait. Without doubt a new collector's item her father had bought. It featured a man with dark, shoulder length hair and dark eyes. His facial expression radiated smugness and vanity. Lisa traced the lines of his face with her finger while humming a song the maid had taught her.
"Will you play with me?"
She whispered, still tracing the lines in the painting. She stared at it, as if was hypnotizing her. The candle burned itself out after some time. Lisa still sat there in the dark, humming to an orchestra only she could see.
~~~~~~
"We don't know what to do with her, doctor. She's been like this ever since her parents died in that horrible accident."
Anne, the maid, closed the door to Lisa's room. Doctor Rosenberg nodded, looking grave.
"Her condition is. exceptional, for a 9 year old child. There seems to be nothing wrong with her ability to think, but she is stubbornly denying the death of her parents."
Anne wiped her eyes.
"I feel so sorry for the poor girl, but we cannot keep her here. She cannot live alone in this forever, and she doesn't have that many relatives. Most of her family lives in America now."
Doctor Rosenberg nodded again.
"I might have to come back more often. You may have noticed that young Elizabeth also has some other issues. She, ah, sees things. Things that are not real."
Anne looked up.
"We knew she was confused, but."
"She is under the impression that a certain Mr. Dorian Gray keeps visiting her. It's extraordinary really. She can describe his looks, his clothing and even their conversations, word by word!"
Anne shook her head, confused.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't know about a Mr. Dorian Gray."
Doctor Rosenberg rubbed his head.
"I must leave for another patient, Miss Larkin. But I will return to treat Elizabeth. If she does anything out of the ordinary, please contact me immediately."
Anne led Doctor Rosenberg to the door, and then closed it behind him. Then she hurried up the stairs and locked the new, heavy lock on Mr. Mason's study. No one was ever to enter this room again. Someone would take care of the artifacts in it. Sometime.
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Lisa sat on her bed, playing 'tea party' with Miss Mina, her doll. Mr. Gray came up with that new, beautiful name. She gave an empty cup to Miss Mina, took picked another cup up.
"Would you like some tea, Mr. Gray?"
Dorian Gray was sitting on a comfortable chair in the girl's room, watching her play. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk.
"No thank you, my lady. Perhaps later."
Lisa giggled at being addressed as 'my lady'. She took a cup for herself and took imaginary sips from it. Dorian's eyes traveled to the window, and the people out there, living their everyday lives. He knew the Nautilus will be docking in London in a few days. He'll naturally be there to give them a warm welcome. He smiled at the thought of how they'd react. Nemo, Jekyll, Sawyer, Skinner, and of course, Mina.
A cling of china snapped him out of his thoughts. Lisa was picking up the cups, ready for a new game. Dorian smiled at her. Such a sad soul, that girl was. Oh well.
If only the maid had taken the time to look into the study before she locked it up. She would have noticed that the portrait of Dorian Gray was empty.
After all, he was an immortal. And immortals have the gift of the endless life. So could Dorian Gray, the immortal, die?
Of course not.
Author's Notes: This fic is mainly about Dorian Gray, although he is not my favorite character from the movie. That would be Tom Sawyer. Dorian was a good bad guy though, so here's a theory how Dorian didn't really die after all.
*******
-The Immortality of Dorian Gray-
Autumn in London was no fun. Everyone knew that. On that particular evening it was raining. Not an unusual thing for English weather, of course. In the Mason's house in the heart of London, a little girl pressed her nose against the window, staring longingly at the streets outside. How boring it was, being stuck at home. If only she had someone to play with.
"Lisa? What are you doing there?"
Lisa turned her head, shaking her dark curls.
"I'm waiting for mommy. When is she coming back?"
The maid sighed and approached the window, quickly closing the curtains.
"Your mother is not coming home today, Lisa. Maybe you should go to sleep, it's late."
"I'm not tired."
Lisa stepped away from the window, holding her old doll close to her. She walked to the huge marble staircase leading to the bedrooms and the study.
"I want to see daddy's paintings."
"You know you're not allowed to, Lisa."
Lisa ignored her and started up the stairs, one at a time. The maid shook her head, and turned to do some last chores before retiring to bed. Lisa would go to bed when she felt like it. Every member of the household staff gave up on telling Lisa what to do a while ago.
~~~~~~
The study was a large room filled with treasures Lisa's father collected in his life. There were rows upon rows of books, some looked new and modern, while others looked practically ancient. The walls were also covered in paintings. Lisa loved looking at them with daddy. He'd take her by the hand, point out paintings and tell her about their history.
Lisa pushed open the heavy doors to the room, clutching her doll a little tighter. The room was dark. The curtains were drawn. Lisa clumsily lighted a candle, and set it on the huge desk. The light fell on the objects around it. A picture of her and her mother, some sheets of paper with her father's notes, a bottle of ink, and a painting she'd never seen before.
Lisa crawled onto the heavy leather chair and studied it. It was a portrait. Without doubt a new collector's item her father had bought. It featured a man with dark, shoulder length hair and dark eyes. His facial expression radiated smugness and vanity. Lisa traced the lines of his face with her finger while humming a song the maid had taught her.
"Will you play with me?"
She whispered, still tracing the lines in the painting. She stared at it, as if was hypnotizing her. The candle burned itself out after some time. Lisa still sat there in the dark, humming to an orchestra only she could see.
~~~~~~
"We don't know what to do with her, doctor. She's been like this ever since her parents died in that horrible accident."
Anne, the maid, closed the door to Lisa's room. Doctor Rosenberg nodded, looking grave.
"Her condition is. exceptional, for a 9 year old child. There seems to be nothing wrong with her ability to think, but she is stubbornly denying the death of her parents."
Anne wiped her eyes.
"I feel so sorry for the poor girl, but we cannot keep her here. She cannot live alone in this forever, and she doesn't have that many relatives. Most of her family lives in America now."
Doctor Rosenberg nodded again.
"I might have to come back more often. You may have noticed that young Elizabeth also has some other issues. She, ah, sees things. Things that are not real."
Anne looked up.
"We knew she was confused, but."
"She is under the impression that a certain Mr. Dorian Gray keeps visiting her. It's extraordinary really. She can describe his looks, his clothing and even their conversations, word by word!"
Anne shook her head, confused.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't know about a Mr. Dorian Gray."
Doctor Rosenberg rubbed his head.
"I must leave for another patient, Miss Larkin. But I will return to treat Elizabeth. If she does anything out of the ordinary, please contact me immediately."
Anne led Doctor Rosenberg to the door, and then closed it behind him. Then she hurried up the stairs and locked the new, heavy lock on Mr. Mason's study. No one was ever to enter this room again. Someone would take care of the artifacts in it. Sometime.
~~~~~
Lisa sat on her bed, playing 'tea party' with Miss Mina, her doll. Mr. Gray came up with that new, beautiful name. She gave an empty cup to Miss Mina, took picked another cup up.
"Would you like some tea, Mr. Gray?"
Dorian Gray was sitting on a comfortable chair in the girl's room, watching her play. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk.
"No thank you, my lady. Perhaps later."
Lisa giggled at being addressed as 'my lady'. She took a cup for herself and took imaginary sips from it. Dorian's eyes traveled to the window, and the people out there, living their everyday lives. He knew the Nautilus will be docking in London in a few days. He'll naturally be there to give them a warm welcome. He smiled at the thought of how they'd react. Nemo, Jekyll, Sawyer, Skinner, and of course, Mina.
A cling of china snapped him out of his thoughts. Lisa was picking up the cups, ready for a new game. Dorian smiled at her. Such a sad soul, that girl was. Oh well.
If only the maid had taken the time to look into the study before she locked it up. She would have noticed that the portrait of Dorian Gray was empty.
After all, he was an immortal. And immortals have the gift of the endless life. So could Dorian Gray, the immortal, die?
Of course not.