Elizabeth walked around the room, shaken by the conversation Victor had reluctantly began to tell to her. She had told him that he could tell her anything, in hopes that they might become closer on her wedding night. But why had he told her about the experiment's he had been doing when he was still at the collage? He had said that he had created a body with out life and made a link between electrical currents and their life force.

What did it all mean? And what did he mean to tell her about before he ran outside to see what had abruptly ended their talk? Her head swam from it all and she nursed her wine from the glass goblet in her hand, trying to make sense of it all.

A sound at the balcony alerted her attention and she took tentitive steps towards it, thinking it to be Victor returning back. She wasn't a nervous person by nature, but something that night didn't feel right in her mind. Victors behavior the whole day also seemed to reflect on this moment, she thought.

"...Victor?" She called out gently, which sounded more like a whisper. The latch on the door to the balcony opened and the Creature stepped into the room.

Elizabeth gasped; the goblet crashed to the floor in crystal shards and she backing up against the bed trying to get as much space as between her and it. He stood in the bedroom, towering over her which created the effect that the room was ten times smaller like herself at the time. His gaze was predetory as he looked her up and down for a moment before he spoke.

"Elizabeth. How I've longed to meet you... Your even more beautiful then you are from afar."

Her voice faltered as she spoke. "W-who are you?" He seemed surprised at her question, which only made her feel even more confused than she already was.

"He has never told you about me?" Now Elizabeth seemed to realize that this was no ordinary man she was confronted with. He was grotesque to look at. His face was so angular that it appeared gaunt in the light of the fireplace, his skin was yellow and stretched over his facial structure and he was covered in rags for clothing. But it was his eyes that shook her to her very core...his eyes looked like lighting strikes!

"You must not..." He didn't continue, and she knew he meant she shoudn't scream. "I have tried to make him understand, but he has given me no choice." The look on his face was so wretched and twistedly sad. Elizabeth suddenly understood everything at that moment. This 'Thing' had been the what Victor created! This was the creature that had killed William, Justine, and Henry, all of them and now she was next to join them!

Her eyes brimmed with hot tears as she trembled terrified in front of him. "No...Oh God in heaven, please no! I beg you, spare me..." She cried.

"He does not deserve you!" He rasped as he caressed her cheek with a cold hand, not bothering to wipe away the tears that ran freely down her face now. Inside however a battle raged inside him that seemingly meant to tear his mind and heart into shredds. His intentions to make his maker misserable faltered as his conscience out weight it. The only thing wrong this girl had done was to love his creator. She looked so beautiful and pure to him that moment; he mentaly shook himself awake. He woudn't falter, not now.

Looking at her with a mask of blankness he shoved the rag against her mouth and nose. Elizabeth struggled, pushing and scratting at his hands to release her so she could at least draw in a breath to scream for help. He would not let his prey escape him! He pulled her body to his and watched as her eye's began to roll back into her head.

Elizabeth felt like she was choking. Her vision darkened at the edges.

Oh god I'm dying! Victor...

Her eyes finally slipped closed and he released the rag from her mouth. A sigh escaped her lips as she hung limp in his arms like a rag doll. She slept now, the chloroform had done it's job. He would take her far away from here, where his father couldn't find them and where he would make a heaven out of his hell with her as his mate. She would replace the one Victor did not make for him. In a way they would be even now, Victor and he.

Victor would suffer the way he had suffered since his beginning; without love. Lifting her up bridal style he moved from the room onto the balcony and disappeared into the night leaving only a chloroform soaked rag and a shattered glass of wine.

A few minutes later and Victor ran into the bedroom at full speed. The abomination had tricked him into leaving Elizabeth alone. "Elizabeth!" no one answered him. His stomach turned at the thought of finding her dead on their wedding night.

He looked around the scene of the crime only to find her shawl covered in the spilled wine and a rag. Lifting it to his nose he took a small whiff and knew that Elizabethwas still alive. The Abomination had kiddnapped her! Victor swore viciously and vowed to hunt him down till he was dead and Elizabeth was recovered.

Her head throbbed. If she was dead then why did her head hurt so badly? Opening her eyes slowly she blinked the sleep away and let her eyes adjust to the dim light of the room she was in. The ceiling was made out of rock. Were was she?

Sitting up slowly she felt soft fur blankets fall from her body. Her head spun wildly for a moment and she pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes for a few minutes before it her hands fall away she wrapped one of the fur blankets around her shoulders as shestood to exited the room. It turned out that the room was part of a network of hallways and spaces linked like a honey comb. Torches were lit on shelves carved from the rock walls and it felt warm and humid inside, it was obviouse that she was in a cave of sorts.

A strong hand grasped her shoulder and spun her around to face whoever was at the end of it. But she already knew who it was and shreiked when she saw him again. The creature smiled down at her as she flinched from his touch.

"There you are, my mate."