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Victor nodded when she spoke and said that she did not want to attract any attention; that is quite understandable, he told her, chuckling softly when she said she hoped she would be deserving of him. Ah it is good to hear you laugh again, he told her. ?When she asked if they could wait outside, he smiled at her, that is a wonderful idea, I'm rather eager to smell some fresh air myself, even though I have not been lost in such a world as you were. Come, he looped his arm into hers, and gently let her through the door of the laboratory outside, into the fresh air. ?I am so very proud of you, he told her, you haven't even spent one day in the living world yet, and you are remembering and learning so much, it is incredible.
God loves you.
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OOC, Quips asked me to write the Frank Ghost who is in Victor's mind/his guilt as it were cause of course Frank is alive and well...Okay alive at this point. LOL.
Remember, Quips, you asked for it.
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IC
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The white image, seen only by Victor and from the corner of his eye, was perhaps due to his not sleeping well or much for a very long time. Perhaps it was due to Rena's looking so much like Frank in so many ways. She didn't have the black lips or glowing eyes, but her small face held many of Frank's features blended with some different ones. Her long black hair was much like Frank's even down to the length, and the color of her skin, perhaps to some degree even the sure way she had moved. Not to mention she had plainly told Victor her grandfather's name was Frank, and how smart he was...Of course it couldn't be the same Frank, for the monster was long dead, but...and still, the concept did allow Victor's mind to run wild deep in the underlayers of itself.
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//What if people run screaming from your wife as they did me," Frank's ghost asked, tone musing with an undertone of taunt, a slim rope of the anger and resentment the creature had made no disguise of feeling in the long distant past.
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"She has not my height, but...other features have come along with her restored life for you did soak her in the same alchemical miracle that gave me life and does the lightning that caused my heart to begin beating not live in her as well now, Father?"
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The word Father was spoken like a curse rather than a term of respectful endearment.
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"Lets hope you enjoy her as much as you wished to enjoy Rena earlier this evening," he added tauntingly.
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"Of course Henry has that prize. Tell me, Father, do you think Henry's charms will win Elisabeth over as well? He does seem to be the achiever, does he not?"
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The ghost would seem to be there until looked upon directly, then...nothing. Was Victor insane, and if this was not the ghost of Frank...what then?
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Victor stood now outside the lab, holding hands with Elizabeth as they waited for their ride, doing his best not to show that he was seeing a white image out of the corner of his eye. He blinked. He glanced away, first toward the wall, the building that was his laboratory, he glanced in the other direction, toward the few passing carriages out in the street, likely headed to their work days, then, he glanced up at the newly risen son, and lovely blue sky. Life¡ He reminded himself, that is what I need to think of life, in the here and now. Yet it seemed to him that, the more he tried to run, even simply by glancing away, the white image was still there, the voice still seemed to speak to him in his mind. He looked down towards the ground, he closed his eyes, then opened them once more, looking decisively at Elizabeth. It was then that he heard the voice asking about Henry winning Elizabeth over. Perhaps if I can speak to it, he thought, but I can't do it now, not right here, in front of Elizabeth. ?He gave her hand a light squeeze as he looked into her eyes with affection and said, "please stay right here, love I¡ I need to go back inside the lab end, check to make certain everything is properly put away, in my excitement of having you back again, I fear I may have forgotten something; I shall be back long before the handsome arrives, do not worry." ?He would only wait a few seconds, before he nervously ran back inside the lab, then, making certain the door was closed, he did make as if to look around, and make sure that he had not forgotten anything, that all formulas and equipment were safely put away; as he did this, he murmured, doing his best now to look right at the white Image. ?"I am indeed, your father, and I command you to go away! Just¡ Go, a¡ Way¡". ?Is murmuring trailed off into nothing, for he noticed that the seeming ghost was¡ Gone, gone as if it had never come. ?"only a figment of my imagination, just something without even a hint of substance, something that has come to cast a shadow over this otherwise wonderful, glorious morning, and now it is¡ It is gone, gone as if, as if I have merely imagined it;? ?perhaps I did at that, sleep¡ I need sleep." ?He gave a weary sigh, I don't want to hear you, I do not want to speak to you, and I do not want you¡ Speaking to me, is that perfectly clear?"he glanced around the lab once more, but still saw nothing. All you ever wanted was¡ Everything I had, and just because I wouldn't make you¡ A wife, you became¡ a ?Filthy, cold-blooded killer! He was still murmuring this. ?"I gave you intelligence, I gave you size, I gave you strength, I gave you¡ Everything a being could want, yet because you lacked one thing you¡". ?He stopped abruptly, realizing that probably the best way to deal with such thoughts, was to treat them as if they were so much rubbish, to simply ignore them, and not give them any recourse, nothing with which to retaliate. ?Taking another deep breath and glancing ?once more around the lab, Victor opened the door, then stepped outside, to once more stand beside Elizabeth.??
God loves you.
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The room shook slightly, or was it the air, or perhaps Victor himself? A man deprived of sleep or good rest for so long, one never knew...
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The ghost would appear to be visible again, expression thunderous as he glared daggers at Victor.
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//You would tell me to leave...Again?//
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Rage and incredulity blended together in the simple words.
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//Remembering not that telling me to leave or running yourself began this entire thing? Perhaps I did not require you to make me a bride after all,// he added after a second pause, the image of Rena seeming to flash in the air, or perhaps across Victor's very memory as she spoke with such devotion and pride of...her grandfather Frank.
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//As for you not wanting to speak to me, such certainly is not new. Do not trouble yourself, though, for I care not for any of your words. You can not silence mine, though, no matter how hard you try. .I shall not allow you this happiness...You do not deserve it and that girl...she deserves to be dead for seeing anything good in you.//
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He smiled at Elisabeth, the expression a smirk, knowing that she could not see him but Victor could.
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//Tell me, do you think Henry will prefer her or Rena when he has a choice? Or perhaps both?//
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The transparent white giant of a specter laughed.
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OOC< That last bit Frank would never say but as it's not Frank I can have fun. HAHA. Of course the perceptions are up to Victor, I'd not dictate how he really feels, so leaving a lot of it to interpretation.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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? ? ?"Is there something wrong, Victor?? You seem distracted all of a?
sudden," Elizabeth said tentatively.? When he rushed off she sighed and?
glanced at the street waiting for their carriage. What else could she do?
after all?? She realized spending time alone wasn't what she wanted.? It?
would give her time to think and there were too many things she didn't?
want to consider right now.? She'd come back from the dead and while she?
digested that she realized she was totally dependent on a man she didn't?
remember very well. He seemed to care for her. How could she think?
otherwise after all he'd done to have her back again.? She wonderd how?
much different she'd be than his memories of her.? Death changed a?
person, she thought.? At least she felt changed after what she'd gone?
through.? Whether for better or worse though she had no clue.
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//Look at her face,//Frank's specter in Victor's mind said, as the long?white form gave a shudder.
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"I was in?your mixture of?solutions for less than 2 years, yet my skin was tight and needed softening. You've had her in that for nearly 10 decades. Her skin is...well you've really created yourself a monster this time, Father...How shall you fix it I wonder," the voice gloated.
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//What do you think people will do when they see that shriveled rough looking skin in which your bride is covered? Shall they scream louder for her than they did for me, do you think?//
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He chuckled, the sound low and grating.
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"I think so. I think they shall scream and scream and scream,//Frank's voice grew increasingly louder on each 'scream' until he was nearly bellowing in Victor's ear. Yes we should mention that the ghostly creature had drifted even closer so he was right at Victor's ear.
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//Just look what you have done,// he said then laughed again...and again....and again.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Victor had just opened the door and stepped outside to rejoin Elizabeth when¡ There it was again, now it was almost bellowing in his ear, talking about her skin and the like. ?He started to say something, then realized that Elizabeth, and anyone else who happened to be nearby would think he was mad, since they would see no one there. Then he had the idea that, since this was going on within his own mind, he ought to be able to control it with his own thoughts. ?He said nothing in reply to the mental ghost, but his lips moved to form his thoughts, will you just go, away? Go away and stop talking about her skin, it is quite reasonable for her to look as she does, we will fix it, we, will fix it. ?Looking at Elizabeth, he replied, nothing is really wrong, as I said, I just¡ Had to rush back inside to make certain everything was turned off and put away and, well you know how it is I'm sure. ?There was quite a storm here earlier, before I brought you back and, I wanted to make certain that lightning would not strike anything in the lab. Actually, he continued, I suppose I am a bit nervous, the truth is I have not rested well here lately, I've been trying so hard to¡ Well I'm sure you understand. ?Taking her hand and looking into her eyes, he continued, anyway it really doesn't matter now, we are together, and soon we will be going home, that¡ Is what matters, and right now it is all that matters. ?It was not his intention to be dishonest, he did not want to admit that the primary reason he had not been resting well was that he was trying all the time to think of one more idea that might bring her back to him. But he needed something, something to say until he could get this ghost under control.
God loves you.
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//Was it not quite reasonable for me to look as I did,//Victor's mental ghost of Frank challenged darkly.
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"It was, but you still ran from me, left me to fend for myself alone in a world who had nothing but cruelty for me. I understood nothing and thus you exposed me to all the hurt and blamed me unfairly for the results. And...her skin is far worse than mine ever was.//
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The ghost shuddered.
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//You plan on touching that? Sick sick man, how you have deteriorated. You are mad, Victor. Mad!//
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Somehow the voice sounded happy about this, pleased.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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She will look better with time, Victor thought to the ghost, thereby also reassuring himself, and perhaps I am¡ Mad, for even taking the time to acknowledge the likes of you. ?You charged into life had long, with far more energy than I had expected, then I was prepared to handle, tell me, what was I supposed to do? What else could I do but run, when you in fact, were as very lightning sprang to life. And what can be said of you? His thoughts were like vials of acid being poured upon the ghost. ?She was beautiful then, with no blemish; she wore her beauty is naturally as a queen wears a crown, even more so, and yet you¡ You, out of the pits of jealousy, you killed her, plucked her from my life as one would pluck a rose in it's prime. What of that???
God loves you.
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//It was my fault I charged into life with more energy than you expected,// The ghost's voice roared into Victor's mind like the building pressure of a mother of a headache.
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//As if I chose! You created me thusly, let us not forget that. Either way, however, none of it was ever my fault. Yet I was punished. And you thought I should never have children while you were the worst parent ever. No Victor, you were only reflecting your own most grievous parental skills to yourself as in?a mirror. You speak of the energy and strength I had as though blaming me for it, and that is even worse. You are still mad. Perhaps even more so, and I will not let you rest on your vaunted happiness with this creature you have risen from the dead. She will improve in time," he mocked, sending Victor's words back at him in a derisive tone.
//Well perhaps mine would have improved in time as well...Perhaps it even did.//
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And an image of Rena would flash through Victor's mind...or was it the corner of his eye as well? But no, Rena was not here. The skin was soft and perfectly normal and human, however, save for the coloring so much like Frank's own and now likely Elisabeth's.
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When Victor asked the ghost what of killing Elisabeth, Frank shrugged nearly slender shoulders elegantly.
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//And what of it? The killing was more yours than mine for I warned you again and again and again! Did I not tell you I would be there on your wedding night were you not willing to make me a companion so that I may not be alone for eternity? Yet instead you left me to that fate with not a modicum of mercy in your heart for how that would feel to anyone...to be lonely alone and worst unloved...hated feared. You can never know what that is like, and worse you didn't even have the soul to imagine it in order to cast me a bit of sympathy. Of mercy. So why should I show to her what you would not show to me, your own creation?"
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A pause then the ghost chuckled. //Come to think of it I have decided that you need not fear Henry taking your girl. Though he is admittedly far more manly, he could never find her prettier than rena...I mean just look at her..." Frank snickered, then the sound erupted into a full belly laugh. The ghost bent double and slapped his knees, roaring with laughter.
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OOC, LOL I don't think Frank ever bent double and slapped his knees laughing. I see my poor character cringing in my mind but this is so damn fun to write.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Victors thoughts toward the ghost we're now snapping, jabbing blades of anger; you have no idea how fortunate you are and were, sometimes I wish I¡ Had been the child, and you¡ The creator, he snapped. ?And you¡ Would have known the horror and the responsibility of having one emerge with so much energy; sure, of course I created you with energy and power, but I never meant for it to emerge all at once, I thought you would have so much more intelligence than that. ?In the deepest recesses of his mind, Victor had always considered Frank somewhat the fortunate one, as he had seemed to literally get away with murder. If I or anyone else had committed the atrocities that you have committed, we would be hanged for it, or at very least would spend life in prison, oh but not you¡ You¡ You got away with it, fortunate one, he snapped at the ghost, stupid¡ Fortunate one! He did his best to ignore the image of Rena, wondering how on earth the ghost could know about her, but no it was probably just a distant memory of her in his mind, and the ghost was using anything he could to get at him. ?Did you not have opportunity to watch the interactions of humans, even from a distance? Victor's thoughts were now demanding questions; you could have learned the proper ways to act, I gave you a well-developed man's brain, not the brain of a newborn child, but that of a man, you should have known at least had some idea of how to use it, had you had even that much intelligence within you, I could have told you things, I could've shown you how to do things, how to say things, and we could've worked on you so you would not have been such a monster, but oh no¡ Not the fortunate Frank, fortunate Frank preferred to go around killing people, people such as my wife, and my brother. ?Sometimes I wished I had been the created one instead of you, then perhaps I¡ Could have gotten the privilege of ripping your wife to shreds, had you been man enough to have one, maybe even your sons and daughters, if you were man enough to produce them, Victor snapped. ?After all, Victor's thoughts now calmed ?somewhat, you have shown me no mercy, and I am learning much from you, oh, fortunate, lucky one, who gets to go around ripping people to shreds and casting blame on others, when you know it is your fault. ?He gave a sigh, then continued with his thoughts, I suppose it is¡ My fault, I should have ripped your body to shreds while it was still on the table, and then trampled it under ?foot, like so much rubbish! He sounded weary now as he continued, I suppose¡ I shouldn't be too terribly hard on myself for creating an inferior creature, after all it was¡ Only my first time. My Elizabeth is so much better than you, and she will become even better. Now go away, fortunate one, he growled at the ghost. ?He did his best to comfort himself by envisioning himself and Elizabeth trampling Frank's living, breathing body underfoot, whirling and dancing on the monster, even as they heard the snapping and crackling of its bones. ?Frank's negative assessment of Victor as a parent only served to make him want to have at least five or 10 children, and raise them civilized, raise them to be loving, contributing, intelligent human beings, so as to atone for his mistake of creating the monster.?
God loves you.
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//You thought I would have more intelligence than to be whole yet needing to learn? I was supremely intelligent, it is you who are still unable to be logical,allowing fear to form your nonsensical words and reasons and excuses,// the ghost snarled in contempt.
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"It is you who are stupid and you who got away with murders for every murder I did is laying right at your feet. Shall I explain the how and why again, father," the ghost taunted.
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//So you did indeed get away with murder...the only thing you lack is my intelligence, though the fact you created me shows that you are still doing well enough...above most I should say...just the things you lack the most?are sanity and strength and courage. A pity all those are rather necessary, yes?//
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The ghost's laugh seemed to echo through Victor's very skull.
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//I asked you to teach me, and you refused. You wanted nothing of me. I asked and you refused,// the ghost roared.
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//And I did watch people. I did approach them gently and they still ran. But apparently you understand why. All it took was my not knowing how to speak and you ran. Not knowing yet how to move and you ran. I learned these things in a matter of days all on my own. Imagine how much faster I could've learned from a caring teacher. But no...Not you...You are still being nonsensical your justifications incorrect. You forget how it truly was so that you can blame someone other than yourself. You got away with murder and worse, father. Know this if you so need to know how it feels.//
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The ghost was gone then as suddenly as it had arrived, apparently disgusted with Victor for the moment.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Victor placed one hand to his head, holding it, as the pressure had now build into a fully blown headache. How¡ His tone was weak, how can I lack your intelligence¡ When I¡ When I gave it to you? ?I truly got away with¡ With nothing, he assured, as of now trying to plead with the ghost; the headache was one of those kinds that also can make One sick to one's? stomach. ?He gave Elizabeth's hand a light squeeze, as if trying his best to concentrate on her, to hold onto her so as to keep himself from swirling into a morass of illness, and nonsense. ?His face had now grown as pale as the ghost would be if it could be seen. Perhaps he was simply tired, or perhaps the headache was making him ill, but Victor was beginning to wonder¡ What if I had treated Frank as I am treating Elizabeth? ?He was not sure what caused him to think at that time, can't you ever just¡ Just forgive me? He was starting to feel like this ghost truly had power over him, so bad was his headache, and he was rapidly becoming so ill. ?He had to admit that he had not been taking very good care of himself lately, he had eaten simply what he could get hold of, except for the previous night at the bar when he, Henry, and Rina had had supper. ?He shivered as goosebumps appeared on his arms, and he suddenly felt¡ So cold, he had not been cold before, but now¡ He held his head with one hand, and Elizabeth's hand with the other. ?He hated to even have to say anything to her, she was so newly returned to life, how he wanted to start that very day enjoying her, loving her, teaching her¡ I¡ I hope that ride hurries and gets here soon, he finally admitted to her, I¡ I think I need to get home. He ?could not help wishing right then that he had a strong son to take care of him, to be there with him, someone that understood the situation with him and Elizabeth, and could sort of help out in the circumstances. A son¡ He thought to himself, as he was able to make out the ghost calling him father. He couldn't help wishing that the ghost meant it in a loving way. He needed someone right then, perhaps more than he ever had, and a part of him could not help wishing that¡ That it was Frank? I must need more sleep or something, he thought to himself why am I thinking these sorts of things right now? He idly wondered to himself, had Elizabeth been there at the time he created Frank, would things have been any different? He could not picture her running from Frank, would she have been the loving mother, and helped to provide a balance? Would she have been there to talk with, and help him through his fears. ?Was then that he noticed that¡ The ghost was¡ Gone, it's gone, he thought to himself. Yet there was the strange emptiness, he should've loved it, should have been glad of it, and yet a part of him wished even that ghost would come back. ?Despite his joy of having a Lizabeth back with him, he found that he now felt¡ So tired, so vulnerable, as if now it was he¡ Who needed some sort of care. ?He lifted his head just enough to glance down the street, hoping to see the handsome coming; he found that even the light hurt his eyes, please¡ Please, hurry, he murmured.????
God loves you.
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The handsome cab finally came clattering up the street. The driver stopped before Victor and Elisabeth and jumped down from the driver's seat to open the carriage door.
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"You the ones what called for a ride," the middle aged man with the ruddy face of a farmer called jovially, looking over to the pair once again.
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When his gaze fell more fully on Elisabeth, in the brightened light thrown by the carriage headlamps his eyes flew wide.
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"She sick or something, Man? I ain't trying to catch the Plague or Pox," the man said, fear evident in his eyes.
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Truly the driver didn't know what the plague or pox looked like, but he knew the woman didn't look right and he didn't want any of what made her skin that odd yellow white color and it looked so withered even though she was obviously young.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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? ? ?Elizabeth stood beside Victor waiting for the handsome.? She?
smiled at the driver, then checked the movement when he spoke. She?
couldn't blame him after all.? She'd tried to take most of her?
appearance into account but she knew how odd she looked.? She took an?
involuntary step back wishing she'd walked to Victors after all.
???? "I'm not ill although I can understand your caution.? I didn't?
truly think this out.? We can pay you for coming and I think we'll walk?
to your place if that's all right," she said to Victor.? She wasn't?
exactly comfortable with her appearance iether but it hadn't truly?
registered with her.? She supposed being brought back from the dead?
could make one a bit haphazard in their thought processes.
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"You don't have to pay me miss," the driver said, and hurried back to his seat, vaulting up and whipping the horses into a nearly frantic run down the road. He didn't see why she would lie about not being contagious, but he just couldn't bring himself to get closer. Just in case...no money was worth becoming ill or even having nightmares. That last bit was a disturbed murmur from the unsettled back of his mind. He drove into the heart of London, wanting...no needing to fill his eyes with any other sights to drive out that one.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Victor had looked relieved when he saw the handsome coming, at last, we will soon be going home, he told Elizabeth. But his relief was short-lived, for just as he was about to help Elizabeth up into the cab, ?The driver made his comment about her having the plague or the pox. ?¡° truly sir, there is no need for alarm, she has no such malady.¡± ?He gave Elizabeth a surprised look when she mentioned paying the driver, ?¡°pay him? ?But,¡± he paused, neither wanting to, nor feeling like making a big issue, and took out two silver coins to give to the driver. ?But the driver had said she did not have to pay him, and was already back inside the handsome, and whipping the horses down the road. Victor moved closer to put his arm around Elizabeth¡¯s waste, ¡° I am so¡, Sorry, that he said that, and did as he has done, imagine, actually believing that you have the plague. I ought to go after him, but, I suppose we ought to be walking home. He¡¯s already too far gone for me to catch up with him on foot anyway.¡± ???But while he was thoroughly disgusted with the driver, he supposed it was reasonable for him to think as he did, since he had no way of knowing, and Victor had not explained it. He decided that his place, at least at the present time, was with Elizabeth, not running after a handsome just to fight with a driver for something which he really did not know. ?Besides all of that, he still had that pounding headache. All he really wanted to do was get home, help Elizabeth with whatever she needed, and at some point during the day, he knew he would likely have to lie down to sleep. ?He looped his arm through hers, come, it does no good to stand here, let us walk home.¡± ?He hoped that the ghost had been wrong, that not everyone would treat Elizabeth the way the driver had treated her; surely not everyone would think that she had the plague. ?He had to admit, if only to himself, that the man had at least one redeeming quality, he had not made any of them pay for him coming out there to where they were. But a small fragment which seem to have a life of its own, nagged at him, as he wondered¡ Was this how it was for Frank???
God loves you.
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? ? ?"Oh how far I have fallen," Elizabeth commented quietly walking?
along with Victor.? "I suspect that will be the reaction I'm likely to?
get.? Maybe I'll look better over time.? A bath would be lovely," she?
sighed.? "I picked the dress I thought would cover up the most of my?
skin," she said on a sigh.? "Are you all right, you don't look like your?
feeling that great.? After a bath I think I want to sleep.? I just hope?
I don't dream of where I was before you brought me back," she added quietly.
? ? ?? The sooner they got to Victors the better.? And she was eager to?
see her new home.? The driver had upset her and she talked to distract?
herself from her thoughts.? She'd been brought back to life, what did?
she have to complain about after all, she told herself.
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Victor nodded, moving closer in an attempt to comfort Elizabeth, "I think you will find that you feel much better after a bath," he commented, his tone sincere, "and I think you will find that most, if not all people will see you as very lovely, and they will not think that you have fallen at all."? He looked somewhat surprised when she stated that she wanted to sleep after the bath, she had been sleeping for years, after all, but he supposed she now needed the natural sleep of life, as opposed to the absolute stillness and nothingness of death.? "That is quite understandable," he told her, "and when you awaken, I shall have the servants to prepare for you, a real meal, that is, unless you would prefer at that time to go out?"? He gave her a look of gratitude for her concern when she said he did not look as if he felt well; she obviously still remembered the difference in one who was feeling well and one who was not.? "I have been working almost round the clock and, I suppose it is all, at long last, catching up to me, I am just...so, tired."? He gave her an apologetic look, "Oh, please, do forgive me, love, I should be brimming to the overflow with excitement at your return, I should be skipping along like a schoolboy at the privilege of having you here walking beside me; please believe me when I say that within my heart, I am doing just that, but I fear I have been keeping some rather late hours in the lab and, not exactly eating properly, and a body can only do this for so long before one must pay the price, at least in small measure.? Anyway," he continued, "we are almost home, and after your bath, perhaps we will both...sleep, and get some much-needed rest."? He knew that for now at least, he was safe, but this reasoning would only hold for so long before it began to ware thin, he hoped that by that time, the inner ghost which tormented him would? be long gone, merely a forgotten figment of the workings of an over-taxed mind and body, working with far less than what was needed to function.
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? ?"While I appreciate the compliment you can't be very objective.? I?
really upset that driver.? Perhaps I'll look better with a bath and the?
use of lots of creams.? It's certainly worth a try.? Her stomach?
actually growled when Victor mentioned dinner, loudly.? Elizabeth?
laughed nervously.
???? "I thought we just ate, or I did.? Perhaps it will be bath then?
more food.? I suppose it's been a while since I've eaten after all.??
Let's save the going out for tomorrow.? You seem tired and I myself need?
time to process this being alive again.? Don't get me wrong I'm glad to?
be back I just don't feel quite acclamated yet.? I'm eager to see your?
home, however.? I assume this isn't where we would've lived," she?
asked.? Elizabeth wondered if she was still in fact a virgin but wasn't?
going to ask.? Had she and Victor slept together before they were?
married, she wondered.? The she shoook herself slightly.? Of all the?
things to wonder about, she thought.
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Kat