Bride by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairings: Caliban/Callisto.
This little story is ninth in Witchblood-verse and follow-up to Frankenstein's Monster, though set ten years later, like Migraine. I just got the chance to type this one up, so enjoy!
There she goes, the Bride of Frankenstein's Monster, walking down the streets in broad daylight. They watch her, whispering, peering out from behind their doors, craning their heads out of their windows, just for a glimpse of her.
They are terrified, not just of her, oh no, that would be far too narrow a scope for them. They are terrified of what she represents as well, with her child-swollen belly and with a ring on her ring finger. It represents that her kind is here to stay, and that they will not leave Bayville without a fight. She even has the gall to dress in white, like she was human! They shook their heads and prayed for deliverance for them from the indecency of it all. She was a monster, a demon, a scourge upon the earth, yet she walked around like she was human! It was scandalous, preposterous, it was an outright taboo!
The residents of Bayville scorned her and her kind in the beginning, so sure that they would eventually disappear, after all, why would they stay, what reasons would they have for claiming Bayville, New York, as home? Hind sight is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
Now, however, they now know that they will be forced to endure the presence of her and her kind, but they will not leave. Bayville was theirs first, damnit, and they would not give in, they would not leave! Not even as their children had to attend to school, and they had to work with, those leviathans. They were far too stubborn for that.
She was their source of hatred, only because she represented what they feared the most.
She was Callina Wrot, soon-to-be mother of twins, and she was a mutant. And she was here to stay.
It feels good to finally be able to type up my stuff again. Anyways, read and review!