Twelve years ago...
Dorian shoved his way through the hospital doors and bolted for the front desk. "Where is she?" he demanded.
"Excuse me sir?" the startled receptionist said, shrinking back from him.
"My wife! Where's my wife? She's having our baby and I'm late, now where is she?"
"Uh, it would help if I knew what your wife's name is, and if you calmed down please, sir."
Dorian took a breath. "Melissa. Melissa Steel. Now please, just tell me where she is."
The receptionist began tapping at her registry computer. "All right, just a moment sir."
Dorian gave a frustrated grunt. He didn't want to wait just a moment. He should have been with Melissa hours ago. He took off running down the halls. The maternity ward couldn't be too hard to find. "Sir, please wait!"
He'd waited long enough. It was as if everything had transpired specifically to prevent him from getting here on time. The trouble at the office, the traffic pile-up, all of it had been like one big cosmic conspiracy. But he was here now, and Melissa was somewhere in this building. There was a definite chance he'd already missed the big event.
He called for her as he ran. "Melissa? Melissa!"
"Mr. Steel?" Dorian came to an instant halt at the sound of his name. "Are you Dorian Steel?"
A doctor with a clipboard in his hand was standing in a doorway. "Yes, where's my wife?" Dorian demanded.
"Please just relax," the doctor smiled, "everything's fine. She's waiting for you, this way."
Dorian eagerly followed him, as the doctor led him to the maternity ward and to a partially opened door. The doctor stepped to the side and allowed Dorian to go ahead. Dorian pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
As soon as he took one step inside, he stopped. She looked up to him with a smile. "You're late," she said. But Dorian didn't care anymore. He was looking only at the bundle she held in her arms as she sat in that bed.
"But I'm here. That's all that matters now."
"Yes, you're here," she said. "And so is your daughter."
Dorian shakily stepped forward, and sat down to accept into his arms the bundle she offered to him. He took one look at the sleeping face surrounded by the blanket, and felt his heart melt. He was holding his child. He could barely breathe. "My God... Melissa, she's so... beautiful! Look what we did!"
She laughed with him as he handed the baby back to her. If he'd ever been happier in his life, he couldn't remember when.
"Looks like someone else was cheering for us too," Melissa added. "Particularly for you."
Dorian looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
She gestured her head to the bedside table, where Dorian hadn't bothered to look before. "Somebody sent us a present."
Dorian took one look at what was on that table, and felt most of his elation vanish. It was a narrow glass vase with a single red rose. Upon closer inspection, he saw a tag on it with handwriting he would recognize anywhere: "Congratulations! To Dorian, with all my love."
"Do you know who it's from?" Melissa asked.
"Yes," Dorian said gravely. "I do."
A tense moment of silence passed. "What's wrong?" she asked. Dorian said nothing. "Honey, you're scaring me."
"It's all right," Dorian said, rising from the bed. "I'll take care of this. I'll make sure she doesn't bother us."
"Who's she?"
Dorian paused at the door. "Let's just say... some people have trouble moving on."
With that he walked out of the room, and down the halls. Once he'd gotten a good distance away from the room, he stopped and looked around him carefully. She was here. Somewhere.
"Where are you Electra? You can come out now."
"Hello lover," her sultry voice spoke behind him.
Dorian casually turned around, and saw her standing there with a calm grin on her face, as usual. "You know I'm a married man now," he said. "I implore you to stop calling me that."
She reached a hand up to stroke his face. "You'll always be my precious Dorian to me."
He slapped her hand away. "Not anymore. How many times have we had this conversation, Electra? Try to get it through your head this time: it's over."
She angrily folded her arms. "Honestly, what does that woman have that I don't?"
"My child," Dorian said. "And my heart. Which is something I never gave to you."
She seductively moved closer to him, putting her hands on his chest. "You're deceiving only yourself, my love. I know there was a time when I was everything to you. I was your definition of bliss."
"Times change, Electra," he said. "And you're over 700 years old. You ought to know that by now."
"Yes, I'm over 700. I am immortal. Forever. And so was the love I offered you."
"It's too late now," Dorian shook his head, stepping away from her. "I love her. Not you. And I want you out of my life. Don't try to see me again." With that he headed back to the room where Melissa and his newborn daughter waited.
"You're just going to walk away from me?" she said.
"I walked away from you a long time ago."
He managed to get a good distance before hearing her voice once more. "I will find you again. I promise you that, Dorian." He turned around in response to that—and she was gone.
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Kaeli was psyched. Friday had finally rolled around again, and they were making their return to the Deadly Rose. She didn't know what it was about the place, but she had been waiting for this all week. The line to get into the club was moving way too slow; couldn't the fanged hulk of a bouncer just let people the hell in so she could get inside?
"Is it me, or are you really on edge tonight?" Andy said behind her.