(Lady Summers, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde struggle to cope with their immortality, as their loved ones pass away one by one. But they find comfort in their friendship.)
Most people found that with the end of Victoria's reign, it was finally time for progresses that hadn't been made before.
It was December 1926 and many things had changed.
While she was all for progress, she was a child of the mid-19th century and this new era seemed so foreign to her. So fast. So fleeting. So different.
Women had won the right to vote.
Medicine progressed like never before.
The Great War had ravaged the whole world just a few years earlier and changed everything.
She still could see the scars. In form of shell-shocked soldiers, of people who found no work, because of the poor economy, of invalids, who were reduced to begging in the streets.
She had more patients than before – most of them traumatised from the War.
She had buried herself in her work as a therapist. It was all she had left.
For Lady Summers, the beginning 20th century was a time of grief. After decades of wearing no mourning attire, she had returned to wearing nothing but black.
Her villa, which she had loved ever since she had moved in, had grown quiet.
While she hadn't aged a day, her servants had and most of them had passed on by now. The fact that most of them had been her half-siblings made this even more painful.
Philippine had been the first to go.
The night nurse had always been of delicate health. So it had been no surprise, when she had succumbed to scarlet fever (proving once again, that scarlet fever was no children's disease).
Her older sister Julie had died a few years later.
One day the Frenchwoman had styled Lady Summers' hair not with her usual braids and fourragères, but with a fashionable, beautiful and complicated style. It had been the last time – a farewell gift, maybe. Aoimoku was now the one to do her hair, as the Countess hadn't hired a new stylist. It just wasn't the same.
After that, they had died like flies. Some of the losses were worse than others.
The worst was Marie.
The cheerful and hardy Austrian day nurse had been one of her closest servants and the oldest of her half-siblings. And she had been her closest confidante, even closer than Aoimoku. But tough has she was, she had been the last of her deceased servants to pass on. Just a month ago, she had died at the age of 80 – the only one of her servants to die of old age so far.
Lady Summers had sat beside her elderly younger sister's bedside, as she had died.
“I know that you have lived a long time, but it still seems too soon”, she had whispered.
Marie had laughed faintly: “Now, now. Don't be sad, because it's over. Be glad, because it happened. I'm content. It was … a beautiful life. Being your nurse … and your little sister … was more than just … a great honour. It was a gift from Heaven.”
And with a last feeble squeeze of the Lady's hand, she had fallen asleep forever, smiling.
Just the memory made the Lady's heart bleed.
Of her over a dozen servants, only three were alive now: her butler Sameer Singh, her first lady-in-waiting Kurogawa Aoimoku and her driver Sean O' Connor.
Sameer, just like herself, hadn't aged a day. She attributed that to his Rakshasa heritage. He was more demon (or spirit, or whatever those beings were) than human. But it was a comfort, that he would always be there, her loyal butler.
Aoimoku was 71 years old now, but still held herself with a unique grace, elegance and nobility. The wrinkles and the grey strands in her raven hair had in no way tarnished her beauty.
Sean had gone from being her coachman to being her chauffeur, as Lady Summers had traded her coach for a car. Probably better. He was 76 now and his hands were too stiff from rheumatism to hold reins. His red hair had grown thin. Lady Summers dreaded the day when she would no longer hear his cheerful singing and see his goofy smile.
The only other one of her half-siblings still alive, was Alma, who was now sixty years old, but had never been part of the household. The half Irish, who had once caught everyone's eye with her fire red corkscrew curls, ice blue eyes, red lips and tall and slender figure, now looked more like a crazy old witch (she was even keeping cats – Aoimoku hated them).
Lady Summers sighed.
There were other losses she hadn't recovered from – maybe never would. Coping with loss had never been her strong suit.
Most of her friends and family had passed away as well and each loss had been painful.
Of course her former father-in-law, Lord Summers, was long gone. He had lived on to eighty-two, a feisty and kind old man.
Her brothers-in-law were also gone, the last tie to her first husband.
“Say hello to my darling copperhead from me”, she had asked his oldest brother Edward, the last of them to go – a hardy gent like his father.
He had responded with a toothless laugh and a twinkle in his eye (so much like James): “Will do.”
Gabriel John Utterson, her oldest and best friend in England, had passed away of old age fifteen years ago. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, his lover(s), had been left behind to grieve.
But the worst loss was Dr. Lanyon.
Her dear soulmate.
Shortly after the incidents in 1886, they had entered a morganatic marriage with Queen Victoria's permission.
But he had been a bit older than her without having her immortality.
And he hadn't wanted to be immortal either. She had accepted and understood, but it still had broken her heart.
He had passed away in 1910 at the age of 80.
He had been long ill before, so it had only been a matter of time. He had died awake and promised her that, if rebirth really existed, he would meet her again one day.
“Auf Wiedersehen … my lady, my love, my wife …”
It had been sixteen years now and her heart was still as shattered as it had been back then.
Lady Summers didn't know the future, like her dear half-sister and her old friend.
Lanyon had always kept his promises, but the lady just didn't know, when “one day” would be.
It could be tomorrow or in a hundred years and the thought was unbearable. Worse, her old friend Johann (who now called himself John in response to the anti-German sentiment) had implied, that it was closer to being a hundred years.
So the only thing she could do was wait … and grieve.
It was so quiet in her house… so empty.
It was unbearable.
“Sahib?”
Her butler's voice tore her out of her spiral of depression.
Sameer truly had the best timing.
“What is it, Sameer?”, she asked.
“Doctor Jekyll is here to visit you”, he announced.
Suddenly she felt a surge of relief.
“Show him in then.”
The butler left the room and returned with a tall, blond Englishman.
Dr. Jekyll hadn't changed at all – he was still the dignified, handsome gentleman she had met more than forty years ago.
“Hello, Henry”, she greeted him and stood up. “You have no idea how good it is to see you.”
They had been on first name basis for a long time now.
“Actually, I think I do”, he replied smiling. “Hello, Luise. I would ask you, how your day has been so far, but your facial expression sort of gives it away.”
She chuckled bitterly, but invited him to sit down.
“Do you want some tea and cake?”, she asked. “It's tea time anyway.”
“Yes, please.”
Sameer saw this as his cue to make his way down to the kitchen. He returned with a full tablet for his mistress and her friend, before seeing himself out.
“Do help yourself”, she invited, “My new cook is quite a good one.”
Dr. Jekyll was obviously a bit apprehensive, when he tried the muffin, but his face brightened up quickly.
“Oh, they're scrumptious!”, he exclaimed, “Your butler must have a really good eye for picking your servants.”
“He certainly does”, the Lady agreed. “Then again, he is part Rashasa. They can see and are aware of things that are beyond human comprehension.”
Dr. Jekyll chuckled: “I remember how you and he identified the impurity in my special salt. Speaking of which, I have never thanked either of you. Had you not found out, what was different in my first badge of salt, ohhhh boy! I don't know, if Edward and I would have learned in time how to properly share control of our body. Sooner or later he would have overpowered me without even wanting to and without the proper formula, I wouldn't have been able to transform back. And what's more, you two helped me learn to shift without my formula.”
Lady Summers nodded: “Yes, that was fortunate. Don't forget to thank him personally.”
Suddenly she sensed Mr. Hyde stirring inside Dr. Jekyll's conscience.
“Did somebody say my name?”, the androgynous, guttural voice piped up.
Dr. Jekyll just rolled his eyes, but the Lady smiled lopsidedly.
“Hello, Edward. Did you sleep well?”
“Eh, it was okay. Hi, Luise.”
“Speaking of sleep”, Dr. Jekyll spoke up again, “How has yours been?”
She sighed and didn't answer.
It wasn't necessary.
After more than forty years, the Doctor knew her so well … and he was one of the few friends she had left.
His face became sombre. “It's so quiet here without Marie.”
“It is”, she whispered. “It really is. Without all of them … and so empty …”
She didn't bother keeping her act up and broke into sobbing.
“I … I miss them so!”
Soon his arms were around her and she was crying into his shoulder.
Lady Summers didn't cry often. It just wasn't in her nature.
But she had been strong for too long now.
It seemed to be the same for Dr. Jekyll; at some point she felt his body shake and knew that he – no, she could hear Hyde sob too – that they were crying with her.
This way they sat, hugging each other and crying together.
They wept for their lost loves, their dearest friends and all the other familiar faces, which had one by one faded away, wept because they could never follow (they had promised to Gabriel and Hastie, that they would never end their own lives), because almost everything they had once known and loved was gone and because all they had was each other.
Sure, there were the three alchemists and Victor and Adam and they all knew the pain of losing someone dear. But these five had chosen immortality; they had wanted it, had strove for it.
Luise and Henry had never wanted to be everlasting, had never asked for this cursed existence.
When they finally stopped and withdrew, a glance at the clock told her, that they had wept for three hours.
“Are you feeling better?”, he finally asked kindly.
She nodded and blew her nose. “A little. And you?”
“Me too”, he replied.
“Me too”, Hyde echoed from inside Jekyll's head. “Holy shit, we three really needed that, huh?”
“Indeed so”, the Lady sighed. “Listen, you two, I have never apologised.”
Dr. Jekyll tilted his head in confusion. “Apologised for what?”, he inquired.
“For doing this to you”, she explained softly. “It's my fault that you're ageless and immortal now. I know, you never asked for this cursed existence.”
He smiled gently. “Hey now. We know you didn't mean to. In this moment, our life was at stake and if it hadn't been for your blood donation (and that of Gabe and Hastie), Edward and I would have died. And maybe … maybe it was supposed to come to this. Maybe it was fate, that Edward and I should remain on this earth and keep you company, my friend. Anyhow we're both glad that we can finally return the kindness and sympathy you have given to us all these years.”
“Couldn't have said it better”, Hyde agreed.
The Countess chuckled hoarsely.
Dr. Jekyll patted her hand. “You know, I'm glad that we three are together in this. I know what loneliness feels like. But when you and I can just sit together as old friends, the silence becomes so much more bearable.”
Finally she smiled back. “Yes, I suppose it does.”
A knock on the door made them look up.
In the doorway stood Sameer, with a table cloth, and the Lady's new nurse, holding a carafe of water.
“It's time for dinner”, the butler reminded his employer and laid the table.
The day nurse nodded. “And we saw you crying earlier, so we thought you might want some water afterwards?”
Lady Summers laughed: “Thank you two, that's quite considerate. We could indeed use some food and drink. Ah, and bring a second set, Dr. Jekyll is staying for dinner.”
The two servants nodded and saw themselves out.
Dr. Jekyll turned back to the Lady. “Isn't your new day nurse the granddaughter of your hairstylist?”
“Indeed”, the Lady confirmed, “She even looks a bit like Julie. But in her personality she comes more after her grandaunt Philippine.”
The Doctor chuckled: “Mademoiselle Desmoulins never truly left you, did she?”
“No”, the Lady answered fondly. “She didn't.”
“And you know what? Perhaps your butler is right about the reincarnation thing. I think someday we will see them all again, in one form or another. We just have to wait for that to happen.”
His trusting smile warmed her to the bottom of her soul.
Yes. They just had to wait.
All of their friends and loved ones would return one day, because true friends never truly left.
And then Luise's and Henry's homes wouldn't be quiet and empty anymore.
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Mary, Queen of Scots, in white mourning for losing 3 members of her immediate family in 18 months: her father in law, mother, and husband, 1561. (She was 19.)
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