Elizabeth had to consider Victor's words carefully. He was finally addressing something that had the chance of helping her out. "The voice in my head, well when it's not my voice directly, it sounds more casual.?The words?could belong to a male voice. Not too low though, not the?rough kind. If anything, it could be sophisticated, or mocking or...I suppose at the very?least intelligent. I have this distinct feeling I am making this all up. Could I be imaging it all, or am I really under the influence?
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I am horrid, or I feel horrid when the voice speaks through me, especially when it sounds like my own voice. But dare I ascribe it to another creature altogether? Oh wretched fate, I fear I have become one of those mutable creatures I used to lack the comprehension of. I would apologize for it all, have I not plagued?you with worse matters yet.?I may be tempted by the potion, but I am afraid I might have to explore the possibility of finding a priest as well. What if all I need is a good prayer under the spiritual guidance of a professional soul saver? Have I been religious in the past? I do not think so. I do not recall myself engaging in any such activity and yet, solace is one commodity I crave over all others, in great amounts.
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Sleep can heal me in your estimate? That sounds wonderful. Especially,?when I erase that horrid dream from my memory. When hands with awful power were squeezing the life out of me. Without mercy, concern, or any seconds thoughts at all. It is puzzling how it can be, isn't it? Some dreams are so vague, and yet other loom large in one's consciousness, over shadowing all else?" Elizabeth concluded hesitantly, deciding to save for the hypothetical priest her dark confession.
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That the dream of the pain inducing hands made her want to strike back. To give to her offenders. To offer merciless hands of her own to those who choked?the life out of?her. It?was all silly, she didn't even know how she would go about it.?Or if she had such capability...Elizabeth realized with a start that her unfortunate experience with the vase taught her just how much?capacity for violence she now had. With that in mind, her next step was a foregone conclusion.
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"Yes, dear Victor. I appreciate your understanding. And worried as I am to hurt your feelings, I am far more concerned to offer you bodily harm, so your idea of separate beds may prove prudent," Elizabeth sadly pronounced. She may have been slightly intrigued by the prospect of physically hurting the dear man, and did not experience any genuine regret, but did not wish to excite her darker nature unnecessarily. Who knew?how she would end up if she indulged her initial impulse, after all.
Kat