I just finished reading Frankenstein and I can honestly say that is officially one of my favorite books. I've been a writer forever and the story touched me so much that I thought I might try my hand at a FanFic! I'm trying to get comfortable with a similar format to the book, but none can compare to Mary Shelley, of course! I may or may not continue this story, but if I do, it will focus on the Creature and Elizabeth...who may or may not be dead...
"If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear." –Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
In his journal, his descent into madness was palpable. The obsession—the utter fascination of the sciences of anatomy in combination with supernatural forces only known by few men, and now one less—bled through every page even more than the ink in the spots my own tears had drenched. It consumed him as the devil consumes a soul, taking every last miniscule morsel of humanity. I had read over his words at least a hundred times per page, and every single time I could not help but wonder if my degeneration into maliciousness was caused by his madness—somehow seeping into me when I was just a mere experiment. Of course, that would always be one of the many uncertain wonders that inflict unnecessary preoccupation. I could not possibly have inherited something in that way, but when I thought about it more, there was one similarity between my creator and I that truly petrified my very core—the obsession.
Only my obsession was not concentrated on permutations of the sciences or philosophy or the work of some scholar by the name of Cornelius Agrippa. No… My unhindered fixation was on the very one whom Victor Frankenstein loved.
Elizabeth.