Baron
To The Right Honourable Lord Ernest Frankenstein, Geneva.
Dear Ernest,
It has now been over a year since I left you, and yet this is my first letter to you. I do hope you have not been worried. My apologies on missing your nineteenth birthday - it could not be helped. I have tracked the beast that tore apart our family all the way through Austria-Hungary. He is determined to evade me, but I know I shall soon catch him and avenge William, Henry and Elizabeth.
I am writing this from my latest lodgings. I shall tell you how I came to be here, for the story is quite fascinating.
It was very late, most likely the small hours of the morning. The mist was descending and I no longer felt safe outside. I was exhausted, and the darkness might allow the creature to approach me unseen. I returned to the road and walked on, hoping to find some peasant cottage to rest in.
Then, quite suddenly, I saw it rising through the mist. A huge castle, with gargoyles and spiked turrets.
It seemed to be the only building in sight, and therefore my only choice of lodgings. With some trepidation, I approached it and took hold of one of the large brass knockers, then let go.
The sound of it hitting the oak door reverberated through the night and made me shiver. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened creakily. I peered into the darkness within, and saw no-one, yet a voice spoke.
"Who are you? What is your intention here?"
"My name is Victor Frankenstein. I seek shelter from the cold."
There was silence for a few moments. Then a hooded, cloaked figure, whose face was impossible to discern, appeared holding a candle. A gloved hand beckoned, and I followed.
They led me to a chamber high in one of the turrets, with a double bed, a large wardrobe and a window seat. Then they left, leaving their candle burning on the bedside table. I found parchment, quills and ink in the draws of the bedside table, and so took these and the candle to the window seat to write this letter to you.
I will post it at the first opportunity I get. Be safe, brother, and tend to the graves of our parents, our brother and my wife.
Your loving brother,
Victor.
