Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 47

 

47.

Eavesdropping was not new to Sven. He was assigned to listen to the men in the regiment and then reported to the Общий. He was to have left that skill behind when he served at the mansion, but old habits hardly die.

“Henry, my son…… I am sorry.” Sven felt the pain on his chest. He had brought the child to the mansion with the notion of being charitable, and this is how the child was to die in the hands of the master.

“He did say it. I cannot assume the worst.”

Sven was to bring some food and drinks to the young master when he overheard the conversation. It sounded like a lady and reckoned that Ms. Muriel was there. He had stood outside and waited. The words of the conversation brought a chill to his spine.

Sven did not know that Henry was going out with Victor. He was not told. He was to wait and saw the maid signalling him. He walked back to the mansion.

“Sven, the cook is not there. I had looked around the mansion and did not see her.” Abigail the maid was the help in the kitchen. “She was seen taking off this morning. She rode one of the horses. The stable boy told me.”

Sven feared the worst.  There were other staff who had worked there for a short time and left in the rush with some valuables of the mansion. Thieving was common, and Sven had to deploy his skill to hear them out before they acted…… most regrettably late.

“Never mind. Do your part in the kitchen. We do not have any guests to serve.” Sven told the maid," 

He walked to the library and checked the contents. All seems to be in place. He saw the portrait and smiled.

“You are in a better place, Общий. You always tell me above all, the oath on the regiment colors matters. We must always preserve the honour and integrity of the colors.”  Sven saluted.

“Общий, I do.”

“Общий, Henry is not of my blood, but an oath to take care of him was taken by me. He is missing and now maybe dead. I will find him, and Hell will not stop me from taking vengeance on whoever killed him.” Sven then stepped out of the library. He must check the mansion and more of its contents.

Victor, in the lab, was busy drafting his notes; he was distracted by the claim of the creation to hold dreams. It was a miracle to be created, but to hold dreams was beyond his imagination. Was it a dream that Eve had when she wanted to know the new meaning of existence?

“The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate.” Victor muttered the same damning words of Adam when he blamed Eve for asking him to eat the apple.

“It claimed to dream, and how could it? It's dead, an undead I created.” Victor was raving then. “It is putting thoughts into me, as it did with Henry. It is reenacting to be Eve.”

“It does not know. As the creator, I am alike to God. I am the one to set the conditions.” Victor had become disillusioned then.

“Henry was my Adam. He was …… mine. Free of the evil thoughts. Oh, God. I created Eve…… As all Eves are the same, they are evil.”

“Woman, you are a bone taken from me, yet you will be the bane that will pain me for life.” Victor roared out.

“Victor, what is happening?” Victor looked at the person who arrived at the lab.

“How did you get in?” Victor saw it was Elizabeth there.

“The door was unlocked. I thought I came to see you.”

“Close the door. Lock it now. I am doing my work.” Victor called out. The lady ignored that and turned towards Victor.

“Victor, we need to talk.” Elizabeth looked at the man when she walked towards him. “I need to tell you……”

“Do you know that Eve made Adam betray God? If he had not taken the apple, we would all be in Heaven here. No evil thoughts and no conflicts.” Victor raged on in his mind.

“We will be good creations. You and I will be happy.”

“Victor, I am happy. I am bringing you happier news.” Elizabeth approached the man. “I love you.”

“Love is…… Why did God create the perfect world, and yet he plants the tree that was not to be approached?  Its apples are cherry red and waiting to be plucked.” Victor looked at Elizabeth.

“It may be that God was also Satan, who was his other self. He loathes the creation and created the mayhem that we are to endure. He is a monster.”

“No, God is not. He created us. Heaven awaits us.” Elizabeth held out her right hand towards Victor.

“Yes, is it upon death that we get to go there or be banished to Hell?  He made us monsters choose.” Victor ignored the hand. “He took a bone from us to make you.”

“A bone that near to our heart. He knew that we are the weaklings to the desire of the heart. Our mind was not. We are the men who knew what was right and wrong. We do not act on emotions. We are restrained in our minds.”

“Victor, please stay calm.” Elizabeth took the steps to go round the table, but Victor stepped away and moved to the cabinet.

“Women, you are the bane of our lives. Why was I to create it as an image of a woman?  It could have been a man, and Henry would not have been tempted. I have failed. I was led by Satan to create it.” Victor roared out. “Yes, it was the blood that tempted me. Red was the shade.”

“You expunged it onto me.” Victor turned to look at Elizabeth. “It was there on the bedding. It stained me.”“Oh, God. What in heavens is wrong with you?”

“Wrong? No, not wrong, but wronged. You made me spill my seeds into you. You made me pierce your evil soul. You coerced me to do you in the words of love. Blasphemy, they were.”

“As Henry did with it. Now it longs for him, and yet he is dead. I killed him.” Victor held the side of the cabinet.

“I shall topple you as Ernest did.” Victor pushed the cabinet, but it would not budge. Elizabeth rushed over to hold the man, but Victor pushed her off. She fell to the floor.

“You tempt me again. Your legs opened and your …… sheath urged me to envelope you. You are disgusting.” Victor stepped away.

“Victor, stop it. You are making me sad.” Elizabeth stood up. “I am here to tell you…….”

“Nothing you tell me will make me change my mind. I am to …….”

“You are to be a father. I think I am carrying our child.” Elizabeth called out. “Our child.”

“Ours…….” Victor was stunned. “I……”

“It was my first …… I am always on the date. I missed it last week.” Elizabeth wept her tears. “I can feel it.”

“Liz, I am……” Victor was unsure of the words. He approached to hold her. “Please forgive me.”

“Forgive it; it may not be.” The voice was by the doorway. It was Mrs. Muriel. She was holding a revolver in her right hand.

“Aunt?” Elizabeth was stunned on seeing the lady. “How did……”

“I followed you here. I cut short the meeting and tailed you.” Mrs. Muriel looked at the niece. “You were in a hurry, and I knew why. You did not use your menstrual belts I bought for you.”

Women managed menstruation using cloth pads tied or buttoned to belts to soak up menstrual blood.

“He would not know. He is a monster.” Mrs. Muriel looked at Victor. They all are.”

“How did you get past the soldiers?” Elizabeth asked,"

“I told them I was to see the household. They were told there will be recruitments. It was Mother Hubbard who got in a few days ago.” Mrs. Muriel smiled. “What can we do? Did you expect me to open my arms and legs for them? You are a slut.”

“Aunt!’

“Do not aunt me. You are a slut like your mother. How do you think you got here? You think God created you. Oh, he may have lent a hand. He created the womb inside us, and then Satan created the monster in them. When we merge, you are the creation.”

“Do not insult my mother!” Elizabeth defended her mother’s name. “Kate……”

“Kathleen was a slut. She never tells you that she was unwed and still has you. My sister was a slut. She was the whore in the city until I took her away. He was with you then. I was not sure who your father was, but Kate said she wanted to keep you. She begged me to let you live. We made the tale of your father being at war, and it was convenient to have him die there. There is no William Katt.”

“No!” Elizabeth moaned out.

“The truth was kept from you. Your mother. Kathleen Muriel died soon after giving birth to you. She made me take care of you…… the pure way.”

“Purity in our body and soul, purity in our mind and thoughts.”

“I brought you up …… but you failed me.” Mrs. Muriel said. “As Spencer did too.”

“Uncle Spencer……” Elizabeth remembered her uncle's back. He was always playing with her.

“He was not a good man. He was a monster then. He was married to me in the eyes of God, but he shared his body with the whores he pays. The younger ones he liked.” Mrs. Muriel laughed. “I cried in joy that day when they buried him, for he was finally going deep down to Hell.”

“As you will be too, Victor Frankenstein.” Mrs. Muriel levelled the revolver at the man. “You are the monster, like them.”