The One and Only...Victor Frankenstein

Chapter 10 ~ The Dream

The room is dark I can barely see a thing. The only illumination is a small gas lamp with barley enough fuel to last an hour. 

Its my own home, well my old home, Victor's house is my true home now. I can't see much but what I can see is that I am in Fathers study, a place I visited often, and a strange laughter fills the air. I look down, and I see my bare feet, still a fresh pink from the shower I partook in before bed. 

Slowly I begin to walk forwards the old floor boards under the worn rug creaking beneath my feet. As I move forward I see another light, a thin strip beaming from across the hallway, as I draw closer to it the sound of laughter grows louder. 

Only one step away I stretch out my arm and  press my palm against the wood of the door. Eerily it swung open reviling the backs of my  mother and father laughing merrily. It was odd, I had only fond memories of times like this, mother and father laughing happily in a well lit room the fire roaring in front of them. My Mother wore a red satin dress her dark curls tide up in a bun. My father wore a suit one of his favorites.

A warm glow seemed to radiate throughout my body as I stepped into the room. The laughter increasing. 

"Mother?" As I reached her back I slowly laid my fingers on her shoulder, "Father?"

In a split second the warm, homely feeling of the room was gone and replaced with a cold, harsh wind. 

They turned, my mothers face devoid of all life and colour, my fathers just the same. 

Pale white eyes stared into my own rotting flesh surrounding them. A gasp escaped my lips as I stumbled away from the creatures that posed as my parents. 

"Darling what is it?" My mothers voice was sweet, just as it was when she was alive. But this wasn't my mother, no my mother was dead, this creature was no more my mother than the body I buried a few weeks ago.

"You-You're dead!" The dead faces began to rot at a faster pace. 

"Yes, and we should stay that way!"  My mothers and fathers voice joined together in harmony.

Gasping I propelled forward on the uncomfortable couch, sweat dripping down my face. 

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"Melanie?" My eyes focused on the floor the small speck of dust as it rolled across the floor, "Melanie?" My eyes snapped up wards to meet Igor's who seemed overly concerned.

I had not spoken to either of my friends about the horrifying dream I had experienced the night before and did not plan too.

"Are you okay?" I nodded and smiled noticing the pencil in his hand.

"Are you drawing?" He gave a short nod his black curls flowing around his ears, "May I see?" He nodded again leaning back in his chair. 

Raising from my chair I walked over to his side to peek at the drawing. It was amazing, the young woman I had seen take the tragic fall that night in the circus, Lorelai I think her name was. She looks almost likes she's floating between the trapeze.

"That was always my favourite part of the circus, so graceful, so free," Igor smiled at me his blue eyes glistening as if he was remembering something fondly, "It is a most wonderful sketch, perhaps you should become an artist instead of whatever it is you do for Victor,"

A light chuckle escaped his lips, it was a warm laughter. This was the first time I'd properly spoken to Igor like this, maybe it was because now more than ever did I wish to have a friend.

There's a noise at the door, and an envelope is pushed through the slot. Igor looked around, and then hesitantly went and picked it up.

"What is it?"

"Its for I.Straussman," Moving to set the letter on a pile by the door of other mail for Victor's absent roommate, Igor faltered. Hesitating he listened for what seemed like Victor before tearing the envelope open. There is no way for me to see what it says but all I can see is the confusion growing on his face.

Suddenly the door to the basement bursts open, startling both Me and Igor.

"This letter for Master Straussman,it-"

Victor is positively glowing with happiness. I withhold a smile at the sight of him.

"We're going out on the town."