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Elizabeth slowly accompanied Victor outside. Allowing herself a feeble smile in his direction, she had made her best effort to be more companionable. To feel refreshed, stronger than ever before. She had even quickly nodded as he began his explanation. But his very first words raised some confusion that she?simply could not wait for him to dispel.
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"You couldn't defend me? But, well I can understand the part. If you have done your best, and he, whoever the man is, was stronger. Better trained. Or armed. If he somehow managed to take you by surprise, I understand this. I do." Elizabeth tried to reassure herself as she was addressing her husband. It?partly worked, until more irritation crept in, and even the presence of passers by could not help her in pushing it?back down.
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"I could see you being overcome by a brute. But why then, am I the only one who...perished? You are not dead. You haven't died yourself, have you? You haven't brought yourself from the dead the way you did me?!" Elizabeth hopefully wondered. She?could almost feel sympathetic at the idea that he died trying to protect her, that he died alongside her, and had to make a recovery himself. She could understand then. It could explain why Victor was acting so strangely, talking so strangely, and looking so very irritating.
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"But Victor, if he was your creature, why did you lose control over him? Oh, it is all too much for me. Alright, so you refused his plea. You let him?down on more than one occasion. That...no longer surprises me, I suppose. But why was I the one to pay for it? Did you insinuate to your creation that I was somehow in charge? That I was the one who refused his plea for a wife? What did you make him...what did you say about me? How did he know about me at all, and what was it he blamed me for?
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Why, oh why? Why did he use all his intelligence, all his?physical strength to punish me, for your crimes? Why was I the one to die, while you were left seemingly unharmed? You...have not?revived yourself, have you? You remained unmolested by your creation, and only I suffered. Do I understand you correctly? Is there anything I am missing here?" Elizabeth demanded, trying to be less judgmental, more open minded to?Victor's explanations, hoping?he had something better to satisfy her.
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"You...you have given me life yes, but you were also the one who essentially took it away for reasons you have not yet exclaimed. For reasons you yourself almost seem to find unfathomable. I don't understand you Victor. I think, I think we may both need a priest. You are beginning to sound like an evil man. Whether you are religious or not, you need a priest. As for myself, well I have several confessions to make of my sinful thoughts. Let's go at once and find a priest, unless you have more to say, to change my mind," Elizabeth bit out, her final words expressing a mixture of indignation, fury, and angst.
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?By now, Victor was having an increasingly difficult time restraining his own frustration, all of the long days, all of the hours of hard work in bringing her back to life, for this? Please come with me, and as you say, let us walk, he told her, offering her a hand up to help her get to her feet as they walked outside. ? After commanding the servants to have desserts and fresh glasses of wine ready for when they returned, he led his wife outside, Elizabeth I¡, I did not defend you on our wedding day because¡, Because I couldn¡¯t. I hate admitting that, it hurts, but he¡, He was entirely too strong, as I recall, I tried, but it was¡, Useless. ? ? As for who he¡, Is, he¡, Was supposed to be a creation of mine, a man of super intelligence, but alas he became a monster as it were. ? ? The main way I could have defended you, was to never have created him, but I could not foresee what would become of him, nor what he would do; he was angry because¡, Well because, because I would not create a??wife for the likes of him. He failed to realize of course, that had I created one for him, he likely wouldn¡¯t have liked her anyway, because she would not have been the??wife of his own choosing. ? ? Then, he continued, the unreasonable wretch?would have likely blamed me for that, or found some flaw with which to discredit me. It was he...,?Who killed you, it was he, his wretched??hands, that tore you apart, and took the life from you. ? And yet, he hung his head in sadness then, yet I fear that I am no less of a wretch?then he, for it was these two defiled hands, which created him, which brought him to be, which drew the soul that now haunts us all. ? Please believe me, my love, if there were any way, anyway possible that I could still?the breath in his body, could still?his defiledv heart from experiencing another beat of life, that I could avenge what ?happened ?to you because of him, I would gladly do it, in fact, I would let him tear me¡, To shreds, which I¡¯m certain he would most gladly oblige, if it would keep you from having had the?horrible experience. ? He had shaken?his head when she had asked if he were a revolutionary, no, dearest, I am not a revolutionary neither am I an outlaw, I am just¡, Just a scientist, but even science can only go so far, and when all of this is done, and we finally get this righted, I swear to you, I will adhere to more conventional science, I am done with creating life. ? I am glad to have returned your life to you, he continued, giving her a soft, warm smile in spite of the situation, ?and perhaps in the future, those who create life will find ways, better ways in which to draw the soles of life into bodies and make them live, but as for me, I will have done with it, perhaps it is not for men to do after all. ? ?Perhaps human beings should reproduce in the way deemed by nature, and leave the actual creating¡, To whatever power brings the parts together to make the whole?that is life. ? Shall we go and seek the priest now? Or, would you prefer the potion this evening, and we seek out the priest in the morning?????????? ?
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"On my wedding night? Oh Victor, that is awful.?I wasn't aware of being..em...justifiably, angry with you. How did it come to pass that you allowed...well why would someone attack us on a?wedding night? Victor, what did you do? You are not a revolutionary, are you? I think I had a feeling you are studying too much, but you could not have changed that much over that time. And if you're not a revolutionary, well, you certainly couldn't be an outlaw either, right? So then, who on Earth would assail you, on your own wedding?day? How do you mean, you made him?
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I can understand you making him angry, I do. But, who was he? Is he the man of my nightmares? Did he?manage to hurt me physically? If so, why didn't you do something? Oh Victor, you may be right. It is all very confusing, in an unpleasant sort of way, I must say.
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But perhaps that is its own answer. If all I am doing is relieving this nightmare, from my wedding day, no less(oh Victor, how could you allow this?!) then perhaps a potion would let me banish my fears then. I don't know. I would not object to a priest either, but it would have to be a man. And what if I am afraid of men now?" Elizabeth demanded, realizing suddenly she was not afraid of Victor. She could amend her sentence to allow exceptions to her concern, but then it was equally possibly she failed to see Victor as a true man from now on.
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He failed to defend her after all. On his Wedding Day he betrayed her trust.?She should have been his most prized possession, but he clearly did not see her as such. She would have been safe from the unknown man otherwise. Oh no, Elizabeth sensed no fear of Victor, he was hardly anywhere what she?imagined a real man to be.
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"A breath of Fresh Air? What a charmingly refreshing idea. Yes, let...us...walk," Elizabeth bit out through gritted teeth, trying very hard to tell her fists to unclench themselves. It was almost a manageable fit, until another wave of fury?passed through her, fueled by bitter accusations she restrained herself from voicing. Since they would not help anything. She hoped?things would improve though for there was no telling how much longer she could keep restraining herself. It was as if Victor was beginning to be hit with his infuriating behavior. ? |
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?Victor looked considering as he listened to Elizabeth, glancing away at one point to give a nod of thanks to one of the woman servants, who brought a new vase of flowers, and placed it on the table, between the couple. ? ? Sophisticated and¡, Mocking....,?He repeated thoughtfully, thinking to himself that it sounded like someone who had been so recently plaguing him as well. I believe part of this is because you are justifiably angry with me for not being able to defend you on our wedding day; I made him too strong, too strong for anyone¡¯s own good, he commented. ? ? He looked considering, studying her carefully when she spoke of whether or not she had been a religious person, I¡, I don¡¯t recall you being religious, but people can change, and they often do. Do you prefer to try the potion first, or the priest first? ? ?He would await her response, before suggesting, perhaps we should continue this discussion outside, I think a nice casual walk, and some fresh air, would do us both a world of benefit. ? Is that satisfactory to you? He hoped she would say that it was, for at that moment, he felt he could definitely use a breath of fresh air, even before going into the comparatively stuffy lab for the potion.?????
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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.
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?No one else would hear or see the ghost that haunted the mind of Victor, but they would notice that the master of the house clearly looked¡, As if he had seen a ghost. ? ? He glanced behind Elizabeth, his eyes seemed to be riveted there for an eternity, but all seemed to be normal in the room; the servants had finished ?cleaning up the broken vase, and we¡¯re now going about serving the meal, and doing their best to attend to their new mistress. ? He studied Elizabeth¡¯s expression, not wanting to alarm her, but watching to see if she had observed anything out of the ordinary. ? ?He could not help wondering, had he himself¡, Conjured?this vision by thinking about his creation? There¡¯s nothing there, nothing is there, he told himself, as he glanced around the room, pretending to survey and make sure that all was well, and that the servants were going about their work. ?He? ?wondered how he was supposed to help her, when he was fighting monsters within his own mind. Maybe it is, he¡, After all, he thought to himself. He would have been even more distressed, had there been a mirror nearby, where he could see the ghostly paleNess of his countenance, for he himself now looked as if he had been dead a long time. ? Perhaps the only thing that did not feel dead about him at that moment, was his heart, which felt as though it would burst through his chest at any moment. ? ?She will likely think that I am frightened of her now, and it is all his¡, Fault, the scientist thought to himself, wishing that the ghost he saw in his own mind were?actually flesh and blood, so that he might at least attempt to choke the life out of it. ?He realized, with dismay, that it probably wouldn¡¯t work, since he had built that creation to live forever. ????He blinked, lowered his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, then raised his head again, hoping, praying to whatever power there was, be it?science, or something else, that he would not see the ghost anymore. as he looked at Elizabeth in an endeavor to remain calm, to sound calm¡, He cleared his throat and stated, I think we should, I think we should go to the lab, ? Or, perhaps, take a walk outside, whatever you think will help you, of course. He could not help feeling that in spite of his most valiant effort, a noticeable tremulousness was evident in his voice.?????? God loves you.
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?Victor listened intently, wondering, hoping against hope, that his potion would indeed work and help her. He had expected some problems on her first day back in the world of the living, although he was not certain what he had expected. It was certainly nothing like this, nothing of this magnitude. ? This voice that whispers in your mind, can you tell me if it is the voice of a man, or a woman¡®S voice? ? Chilling thought flash through his mind, and he had to work to suppress his own anger and frustration at even the mere?presents and suggestion of such a thought. ? What if¡, That monstrous creation of mine has somehow managed to find its way into the world of the dead, he wondered to himself. I made him to last forever, but¡, Surely by now he is¡, Could he, be the one that is troubling her? He wondered what he would do, what would he even think if she said the voice in her mind was a man¡¯s voice. ? ? Then he seemed to remember and reminded him self, I did¡, Create him with super intelligence, so even if he is still alive, is it possible that¡? But Elizabeth was still speaking now, saying something about going to see a priest. When she finished, he calmly asked her, would you like to go and see a priest first? I don¡¯t know if they would know any more than any of us do, but there is always the chance. So, what shall it be, my love, the priest, or the potion? ? When she spoke of sitting in the chair, Victor slipped an arm around her shoulder, and looked into her eyes even more earnestly, Elizabeth, let me assure you, everything in this house is yours as well as mine; this was to be, and is¡, Our¡, Home. ? I believe you are still very much the Elizabeth that I know, the Elizabeth that I have always loved, but something¡, Something has happened, something appears to have followed you here into the world of the living. I must admit, that I do not know what it is, I only know that I love you dearly, and would give my very life to help you to become well again, to help you feel loved, safe and secure. ? ? ? He drew her even closer to him when she spoke of possibly breaking him beyond repair, ? I do not believe that is possible coming from you, and yet, I will not invalidate your worries by being overly confident. If you wish to remain separate and separate beds for a while, then we will do so. ? ?Tell me, dearest, what, if anything, did you feel the moments before you returned to the living world? Did you feel any sensations at all when you were in that place? He felt absolutely stupid asking such a question, as he knew full well that people usually did not feel anything in the place of the dead, he was a scientist, wasn¡¯t he? And yet, that same passion for knowledge led him to begin to examine ?The slightest possibility that something not entirely scientific might be at work in this situation. After all, he had actually agreed to take her to see a priest, of all things. ? ? The potion I have for you ?Will help regulate your brain activity, and will also help you to get better sleep at night. This I believe, will cause you not to think of these dark thoughts so much, as your mind adjusts more and more to the living world. An idea ?was coming to him, perhaps this was not such an unscientific phenomenon after all. ? Sleep is often one of the most healing aspects of nature and of the human body, he told her, now you might think that having been dead for so long, why would you need sleep? Nevertheless, death is not healing, but in sleep, the living body has a chance to repair it self. He knew full well that people often saw things, people and events they normally would not have seen if they had an adequate nights sleep. Perhaps a few nights rest was all she needed? ? ?Believe??me, he continued, in no way am I trying to minimize your feelings, what you feel is quite real to you, and is in its own way, understandable, but you have not slept at all since your return to the world of the living, my potion will not force you to sleep, but it will facilitate sleep when it is time for you to retire for the evening. Would you like dessert first? Or, would you like to go to the lab at present?????????? God loves you.
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"Thank you, I suppose. Oh Victor, I must appear insane to you and to the rest of them. Oh God. You ask me if I believe and I really want to tell you that I would. But as soon as I harbor the intention to have faith, to hold strong, well a tiny voice inside of me tells me it cannot be done. That I won't make it. Not anymore, not after, that darkness was lodged inside of me.
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My mind is not even working the same way anymore. Which makes my faith all the more difficult. I have such doubts. Every time I am experienced another image from my past. Or an image I have no reason to remember. That may belong to me of the future, if such a devilish thing is possible. And if it is not, then my imagination may as well supply me with images belonging to another. A stranger who has no business being in this body.
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And the worst part of it is that I cannot know. Not truly, Not with certainty. Am I Elizabeth that you know? Am I a different person now? Is my mind tainted? Is it a combination of two minds that should have no reason to cleave together and yet do, because the darkness of the place willed it so? I want to believe so desperately. The problem is that I don't know which part I should have faith in. How much faith would even be helpful, and how much detrimental, when it is based on false premises.
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Oh dear Victor. it gets more ridiculous then that. I am also afraid to sit in the chair my memory suggests may be my favorite, the one with designs the Elizabeth of old favored so. I am not sure I can sit on it, without breaking it. And sleeping with you, what if I physically hurt you, break you beyond repair?" Elizabeth had to admit, to her horror, that the last thought held some unexpected appeal for her. Even so, having to consider what she has become, made her tear up.
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"I am basically a freak now, like one of those horrid creatures at the creepiest exhibits that so fascinate the lowest of human nature. I don't even know the limitation of my physical strength now, nor the breaking point of the mind. I would have gladly gone to consult a doctor or a priest, only, I doubt they ever had to witness the likes of me. I doubt they would find any remedy that could help me. So I am forced to rely on your potion somewhat, to the best of my sadly limited ability. You are my rescuer, my savior even, and if you cannot help me, I can only prey that I would be the only one to perish..." Elizabeth sniffled with more frustration than genuine sadness. ?
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Victor would see the Frank ghost towering behind Elisabeth, a slight smirk on his face.
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"I warned you clearly, you know. So you truly killed her by literally challenging me and forcing my hand when I was more than clear about what I would do. I only wanted the same thing you do...the same thing anyone does, not to be alone! You killed her, and you did this to her."
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A red head seemed to appear beside Frank with hair standing wildly on end as if hit by lightning and she gave Victor a glare as her arms slipped around Frank before they both faded.
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?Well I think actually that¡, Victor had been about to give another explanation, but was quite rudely interrupted by the shattering vase. ? ? The lovely red, yellow and white flowers were strewn everywhere, the shattering glass and accompanying mess, in?sharp contrast to the sweet smelling flowers and greenery that had been spilled as a result of the breakage. ? My Elizabeth! Victor¡¯s voice was concerned and rather surprised, but not angry, as he immediately threw up his arms in front of Elizabeth to shield her as best he could from any flying glass. ? ?The servants momentarily turned their attention from serving the meal, to cleaning up the mess that had been made. ? ? One truly frightened servant could not help her self but to stand and Goc at Elizabeth, until the master of the house gave her a sharp frown and an equally sharp re-Buque; ? The normally passive Victor turned a severe gaze on the servant, frightening her even more, don¡¯t stare at her that way, she didn¡¯t mean it. Do your part and help the others clean it up. ? A part of him wanted to scramble to help the servants, but he knew that his place was with Elizabeth, whatever that might mean at any given moment. I will not run, he thought to himself, not like before, not like I did win¡, But she was speaking now, and he listened. ? ?He longed to hold her close, to comfort her and tell her that everything would be OK, but he did not wish to offer platitudes, that was the last thing she needed right now, nor did he wished to appear too confining, too overprotective, yet he knew she needed protection, protection perhaps, from her own self, from her own feelings and fears. ? ? I must admit, Elizabeth, that while I am doing my best to understand what is happening, I know little if anything about any of this, I have never encountered anything such as this before, but we will get through it together, you and I. And yes, we can go to the lab, and you can have the potion for as long as you need?it. ? When?she spoke of the place having poisoned her against her self and him, he gave her a look of understanding, I know of no poison known to man, whether physical, or of the mind, which does not have some sort of antidote, and together, we will find it, I will do my very best ? ?To help you. ? But he was now caught in the emotional Condrey, should he assure her without a doubt that the potion could cure her, even though he did not know exactly what he was dealing with? Or, should he seem more uncertain, thereby preventing some of the workings of her own mind from working in her favor? ? ?I believe that it will¡, Work, Elizabeth, he gently took her hand, do you¡, Believe? Will you, believe? Will you try to believe, for us, but mainly, for yourself???
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"You truly think it is merely a belief of mine? Only a belief that keeps me from enjoying?the simple pleasures of life, like this vase of flowers for instance?"? Elizabeth attempted a smile but?reaching for the vase in question only made things worse.
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She had tried to be polite with her dear Victor, but his inability to understand her needs and address them, created a wave?of irritation that was passing through her, controlling her, until it went out into the vase and before she knew it, something happened. She knew it was bad without looking at the vase, just by the sound of breaking.
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"I am sorry. I am so sorry," Elizabeth tried excusing her inexplicable behavior, her intimidating strength. And then, that dark wave of irritation took hold of her once more before she was ready to fend it off. "I am NOT sorry. I cannot be. I am as...as broken as that vase, Victor. Oh Lord, I don't want to be saying this. Truly, I wish I had better news.
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Only, I firmly believe that I was broken. In that horrible dark place. I shouldn't have been there. I know, I know Victor. You didn't wish for me to be there either. But I was there and I shouldn't have been. Nor can I help blaming you for it. It is entirely irrational, well I know. And yet, I cannot help myself. This place was more than just a place of death. It was a place of...correction perhaps. It changed something in me, Victor. It poisoned me against myself, and most certainly, against you.??
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Oh, I am so sorry. I don't know what I am saying. We can go to the lab and get the potion? And the potion can fix me in earnest? Oh Victor, you have been unfailingly nice to me. You truly mean it? James?was not angry at my unusual food requests? I have been...starving. Just another thing that was wrong with me, I suppose. When I came back. But I will change for you, dearest Victor. I really want to..." Elizabeth saw no reason to expound on the precise nature of her particular hunger. It was unlikely that Victor would understand. It was unlikely that a normal, sane human being should. And she already required so much of dear Victor's attention, she did not wish to add more to his worries about her. Justifiable worries, as they may be. ??
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?I believe, Victor began, looking considering all the while, ? ?Some of this fear and darkness you feel, actually comes from being in the place of the dead, where your soul felt no life, this I think, is what makes you believe that you are less than perfect, but this believe is faults, listen to me and trust me pleaseH when I tell you this. ? ?You must remember, he continued, that you have not yet spend even one full day among the living, and bringing people back from the dead is new to all of us, I did not know what to expect, ? But you are moving from feeling absolutely nothing, to feeling and entire world of sensations, thoughts and feelings, this understandably causes some trepidation ?within you. ? But we will work through this together, you and I; his eyes were full of both concern and compassion as he spoke. After supper, before anything else, you and I will go down to my lab which is in the basement of our?home, and you may have the potion. I will give it to you once a day for¡, I think one week will do it, you should begin to notice a difference even the first day. ? ? He search for an explanation to tell her how the potion would work, and why she was feeling all of these fears. It is similar to when one goes from complete an activity, and begins to engage in bodily exercise. At first, especially if one over does it, the person becomes sore, and the body suffers for a while until it becomes used to the new activity. You have been in the place of the dead for quite a while now, and I did my best to make it so that there were not too many stimuli when I brought ? ?You back into the world of the living. But of course, it is impossible to eradicate all stimuli, and it may be simply that you have seen a bit too much for one day. But the potion I will give you will help your brain adjust its patterns to the world of the living, which you knew before. ? ?As for making things difficult for me and the servants, he continued, you have only been a joy to us; you have not been any difficulty at all, everyone is just so glad to see that you have returned, and the gladdest of them all, is yours truly.???God loves you.
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"I suppose that part, of your arm being grabbed, might not be quite as covert," Henry agreed magnanimously. Though in private he had to wonder if would have noticed a simple barmaid's hand being grabbed by a drunk patron of the Black Bess. Perhaps if it were somebody he cared about, had favorable exchanges with. Even in those cases, he might not have interfered, not unless he deeply cared about the?hypothetical girl in question. After all, people went to that kind of establishment to rest. To stay out of trouble. Not to encourage greater trouble yet.
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Maybe if he himself knew Leticia, how unusual she was. How savage and resourceful at the same time. But before they had their talk at the table, he would probably glance away from a patron who overstepped his boundaries. And he had reasons to suspect others would have done the same. That?was why many crimes could be accomplished so successfully, with no seeming eye witnesses.?Residents of London simply did not wish to get involved. Not even when murder was concerned, let alone a lesser?discourtesy, like the one Leticia had to undergo.
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"A job, perhaps," Hyde suddenly decided on a spur of the moment. "I have some things only a cunning person such as yourself could deal with. Training could be necessary, but nothing superbly difficult, not with the right kind of personality at least. Yes, I could?use more assistants, I could?indeed," Henry thoughtfully confirmed, almost speaking to himself even while answering the girl.
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"You took nothing from me? Is it possible? Well, perhaps then, that dark place. When I was barely myself, where I could only be, but not think. Perhaps it took something away from me. You...you might have saved me from the place. You may have, partially restored, what the place took away. If that is the case, you have certainly helped me. And yet, it is not enough. I am better now then I remember being there, but not good. I need more. I hunger for more.
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A potion, oh Victor, I would drink anything. I need, deeply, and I will accept. You are so right. I have fears, although, at times, I think I know what it is of. At other times, I lose memory of what it might be. It is as if somebody is attacking me and I must, simply must, defend myself. Or else all could be lost. I don't want to be that way. I really don't. But nor can I shake off the fear.
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Thank you for saying that. That I am perfect. It is so kind of you. Your words used to mean the world to me, I think. They still would have, had I not felt so imperfect, so wrong. I just wish, I really wish your potion would work. I hope I was not too unbearable with poor James. I don't want to make things difficult for you, or for the servants. I just want to be...myself again," Elizabeth explained. Relieved that Victor was listening to her. Terrified that he would not understand what she was saying.
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Amara cast an uncertain look around the room half expecting to find her former mistress returned despite her suspicions about what happened. It was both a relief and a source of concern when she saw no sign of the woman. She took a deep breath as the last remnants of pain faded while forcing herself to meet the doctor¡¯s gaze. ¡°Only¡¡± Should she answer his question? Could he help her? She very much doubted there was anything to be done for the pain, which likely was a form of punishment for past sins. Nervously biting her lip she decided it couldn't hurt to offer even the simplest of explanations. ¡°Only when the spirits pass through me to reach the ¡®Other Side¡¯. It's like¡it's like I am experiencing the pain they felt when they died.¡±? She gave a small shake of her head. ¡°There was nothing that I could do before, not while I was¡trapped.¡± The brunette closed her eyes tight against her memory of all that time spent locked away inside a sarcophagus. It had often been maddening, and yet, somehow she managed to cling to some shred of sanity. Her head turned slightly at the touch of a hand affording her the chance to look up at Klaus. After centuries upon centuries of torment it was nearly impossible to believe there might be an end in sight. Valerie only possessed a working theory based on the information at hand, not all of which has been disclosed to their host. Ordinarily were it not for the looks being sent her way she would have been inclined to keep such things to herself, but she supposed an exception could be in order. ¡°I suppose it is possible that were someone either powerful enough or able to get their hands on the right spell they would be able to raise the dead by drawing them back through the anchor.¡± She gave a slight tilt of her head as her expression grew thoughtful. Amara gave a slight shudder at the thought. |
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Van Helsing saw Klaus¡¯s ?apologetic smile, and returned it with a soft smile of his own, as well as in approving nod. He nodded again when Klaus ?suggested that they were going to make discoveries together; yes, it¡, Appears so, he stated, doing his best to give Amara an encouraging and comforting look. You¡¯re going to get through this, we are going to help you, we just have to figure out how, he admitted. He did not wish to worry the girl, to make her unduly afraid, but there was so much they did not know, so much that he needed to find out first. ? This sort of thing is completely new for me, the doctor admitted, it is difficult, if not impossible, to make a potion to correct something, if you don¡¯t know exactly what is happening within the person. ? ? He?also looked at Valerie, the unspoken question of what exactly is going on here¡, In his eyes. ? At this point, any ideas are welcome. If he hadn¡¯t been going through it himself, he would never have believed that he would be asking for help¡, From those he had not so long ago wanted to hunt down, and destroy.?????
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Klaus arched brows silently at? Valerie in question, silently asking with his eyes if she understood what could be happening to Amara?before returning Dr. Van Helsing's glance and giving a slight apologetic smile and shrug to match.
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The incident was baffling to him but it did cement that he had been correct in following his instincts in not attempting to use Amara for his own plans. Something had just said no very strongly and Klaus tended to listen to himself though his reasons were usually far more clear for such at least to himself.
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"It appears we shall make discoveries together," he told the doctor, attempting to sound calm and relaxed rather? than on edge as he patted Amara's shoulder briefly in encouragement.
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Of course as earlier with the incident involving the dark haired young upstart vampire, Natari, Klaus saw nothing, so assumed Amara was?experiencing some power struggle within herself. Idly he wondered if it had to do with some sort of backlash involving whatever she had done to Natari. Not that the other vampire had struck back in any way but if the very act itself within Amara had disrupted something. He did not? pose these questions aloud just now, though, opting instead to wait a bit to see if more unfolded on its own.
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Van Helsing ?listened attentively as a Mara explained her situation. How interesting, his voice was full of concern as he made the comment, tell me, has any such thing ever happened to you before? ? ?If so,??what did you do for it? He idly?wondered if he should not get something such as a washcloth and put it in water, to hold it to her neck, what do you need to be done to help alleviate this, he wanted to know. ?I? ??suppose I don¡¯t have nearly enough understanding of the supernatural, he admitted, his tone somewhat uncomfortable as he made the confession, but I want to learn, I¡, I want to understand more.??
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Amara sank into the chair offered without hesitation as faith in her ability to remain standing quickly faded. She doubled over with her head practically resting on her knees as she waited for the pain to subside only vaguely aware of the words being said. Her mind understandably preoccupied with this most recent turn of events as it was quite strange.?
To her memory there had never been a single instance when a person had ever passed back through her. If it were anyone else perhaps she wouldn't have found it so troubling. Could it mean Silas had at long last yielded to the desires of her former mistress or had he sought his revenge? Of course, the chances of it being him at all were slim. Once the pain subsided for the most part she slowly sat up with an expression that hinted at her newfound fear. ¡°I saw her. Qetsiyah was here¡then she wasn't.¡± Slowly bringing a hand up gesturing to the spot where her former mistress had stood then letting fall as she realized it was a pointless gesture.? ¡°It felt as though someone were reaching through me, then¡there was this¡intense pain and then she was gone. I would almost swear someone pulled her back through me¡to this world.¡± Her eyes moved from the doctor to the others who seemed to have adapted the roles of silent observers and back again to Van Helsing.? |
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Van Helsing ?noticed when a Mara turned her interest toward him, it would be up to you, of course, he stated, concerning testing her abilities on werewolves. ? When she reached to catch hold of the table to keep from falling, he quickly stepped to the opposite side of the lab, grabbed?a chair, and was at her side in a couple of steps. Here you are, please, sit down. ? He looked at ? Klaus, ?hoping his outer?expression did not show what he was inwardly thinking, that he was very much out of his league. He was accustomed to dealing with things from a strictly scientific, and sometimes religious background. ? ?What is it, he inquired, his tone and expression both looking and sounding far more concerned, then simply curious, what did you feel? What happened? He hoped to get her to speak about the experience, or whatever it was she had felt. ? ? How he wished that ? Natari ?had been present, as his questioning gaze of concern went first to Valerie, then back to Amara and Klaus.?????
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