Hi everyone!

So this story is based around the TV show The Frankenstein Chronicles. I couldn't find the header for it but it is based around the story Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Hopefully a few of you have seen the show and if not I highly recommend it! All the characters belong to the show except from Elsie.

Let me know your thoughts!

Happy reading!

Chapter One.

Walking through London's Whitechapel wasn't exactly my ideal Friday night. I'd rather be in a club right now, dancing away with a vodka cranberry, a sheen of sweat rolling down my body and the music blaring so loudly in my ears I can't even think. As I walked, I wrapped my tan overcoat tighter around my petite frame, my scarf blowing over my shoulder in the bitter cold winter breeze as a cloud of white air left my lips – showing how truly cold this night really was.

"Had to be tonight…" I hissed as I checked my watch – walking a little faster to an old shop door with a dimly lit LED sign on the front. "Jenna open up!" I banged against the door repeatedly until it creaked open, my eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. "Jenna…?" I pressed my palm against the wood, a cold shiver running down my spine as my senses began to peak. "I'm not playing this game." I edged further inside, the candle light sending flickering shadows down the hall which really intensified the danger lingering in the atmosphere. Something just wasn't right, the room felt colder than usual and that only meant one thing.

"Shit…" I ran forward, pushing through the beaded curtain to step into the shop. "Jenna?!" I called as I gazed around the darkness, my eyes struggling to adjust to the little light as I frantically searched for my sister.

"Where the hell are you…" I breathed, turning on my phones torch light and scanning the room. This wasn't like her, she didn't play these games. "Jenna come on… Stop this…" I walked toward the counter, my foot steps echoing in the eerie silence. It wasn't the sight that I discovered first, it was the sweet metallic scent of blood. I took a moment to prepare before I leaned over the counter top, my hands shaking as I held the phone up to illuminate the scene in front of me.

"No…" I immediately leapt over, dropping my phone in a puddle of blood as I landed beside my sisters lifeless body, her throat cut from ear to ear and her heart missing. This couldn't be happening, how could anyone do this? The runes carved into the doors and walls made it impossible for anyone to step inside this space with the intent to harm, the only way they could get around the spell was if they were dead. I looked down at her tortured face as the tears rolled down my cheeks, my shakey hand pressing against her cold cheek.

"I'm so sorry…" I brought her hand to my lips, kissing her icy fingers that used to bear so much warmth. "Who did this to you…"

"You know who Elsie…" I lifted my gaze to see my sisters soul standing over me, she was still wearing the same clothes but it was her eyes that told me that this was her ghost, as her eyes that used to be so full of life were now shadowed with in darkness and death.

"But they've been dead for hundreds of years…" I whispered, grabbing my phone and cleaning it on my scarf before placing it in my pocket. "How can we be sure this isn't some copy cat?" I slowly stood from my crouched position to be face to face with her, my heart sinking and my rage burning.

"Don't be so naive Elsie. The time line has been changed, someone's meddled with it and if you don't fix this…" she paused, placing her hands in mine. "Then everything will begin to crumble, they cannot be allowed to kill again – you know what will happen."

"Jenna if I got here sooner... I could've helped..."

She shook her head and pulled me into an embrace which I couldn't feel, yes I could see her but souls are able to walk this earth before choosing to move on, but they do not possess the ability to touch or be heard to those who are not of certain blood. Even me, I can see and hear the dead but I cannot feel them – even when at moments like this...I really wish I could.

"This isn't your fault but you must fix this. Take my book and bag, you must go back to find and stop history from changing." Urgency filled her voice and I shook my head.

"Jenna, mother did that a long time ago and she never made it back… What if I'm not strong enough?" My hands began to shake and she gazed back at me with the same green eyes I have.

"You are the strongest of us all and when you fix this… I'll be here waiting." She kissed my cheek and pulled away to stand beside her belongings. "You have to go now, you don't have much of the full moon left."

I nodded, gazing at my sister one last time before I grabbed her things and walked toward the door.

"Oh and Elsie?"

I paused, looking over and my sister. "Yes?"

"Don't die."

I gave her a short nod before stepping back out into the night, the moon reflecting off the wet cobbled streets as I ran back towards the tube, I didn't have much time and if I was going back… I needed a few things first.

I burst into my flat, slamming the door shut with my foot as I ran into my living room and pulled up the rug revealing the magic witches circle carved into the wooden flooring.

"Step one…" I clicked my fingers and the candles and fireplace sparked before lighting completely. That was always a fun party trick, my father never approved but he never approved of my choices in life – he always said I was wasting my potential.

"Step two… Clothes…" I walked into my bedroom, a small meow from Luna caught my attention. "Okay don't look at me like that, you know I don't have a choice." Another meow escaped from her fluffy black body and I rolled my eyes, a deep sigh escaping me. "Luna if I don't then my sister stays dead, the world will change and not in the good way." I opened my wardrobe and pulled out an old dusty trunk, dumping it on the faded antique chaise lounge. I needed to travel back in clothes that fitted the century, only problem I had was this particular century women only wore dresses and nothing else. I shuddered and pulled out one of the dresses, my face screwing up as I looked at the small holes covering it.

"Dammit Luna, your job is to deal with the bloody mice." I growled and she just walked over and jumped into the box, playing around in the ribbon. I always thought that if I was going to be a witch, I may as well be the cliché – I even have a pointy hat and a broom in my cupboard. "What am I supposed to wear now? I can't wear what I'm wearing now I'll stick out like a sore thumb."

Luna jumped out the box and walked into the hall, scratching at the storage closet. "That's dads stuff baby." She meowed and I picked her up, opening the door. You see, witches and warlocks have been around for a long time – I myself may look twenty five but I've been around since the early twentieth century and my father for even longer… that was until he died last year. My eyes began to fill and I placed her on the floor, taking out one of his old jackets, trousers, shirt and waist coat. They still smelled like him...

I stood there for a moment reminiscing before I pulled myself out the day dream, moving quickly to my room to change into his clothes, rolling up the trouser legs a few times and tucking in the shirt before buttoning up the thick woollen waistcoat. "I hope I make you proud dad…" I pull on my leather lace up boots, my scruffy pair and take out one of his hats, tucking my braided red hair into the scarf before placing it on my head.

"I'll get her back… I promise."

I steppes into the circle with a bag packed with necessities tightly in my hand. "You know where the food is Luna, I'll try and be back as quick as I can."

The flames began to brighten as I started to chant in Latin – the circle beneath me glowing a bright green. Going back so far wasn't going to be easy, I was going to be weakened for a few days and I needed to find the man who I knew could help me, without him the whole journey would be redundant. Only he can do what needs to be done when the time comes and my job was to help him get there.

I finished the spell and bright white light filled the room – wind circling around me faster and faster until I couldn't see or hear anything. I gripped my bag tighter and held onto my fathers hat, my eyes closing as the light became to unbearable to look at. Once the wind had stopped and the silence was now replaced with the sounds of carriages being drawn and the hum of chatter, I opened my eyes, gazing around at nineteenth century London.