It was dark, Victor was sitting on the ladder in Malcolm's library trying to find the line from Shelley... It was there, somewhere, he was sure of it... He had read it a hundred times, yet, it was slipping from his mind right now...

"No more let life divide" he thought, yet it wasn't what he was searching for...

As he was going through the pages, he could feel a presence behind him. He stopped reading wondering if his mind was trying to make things up. It was late, and dark after all and he knew he needed sleep. It probably was his body reacting to the environment. It was normal and biological. There was a scientifical explanation to everything.

He tried again reading through Shelley's lines but once again he could feel it... That presence.

He then looked up from the book. There she was, in front of him, hiding in the dark. All tall and slim, wearing that lovely dark dress that made her look so beautiful. He was pretty sure he could see her blue eyes glowing in the night.

"Another poem, doctor?" she asked

and for a few seconds he wondered if it was Vanessa talking or the demon in her.

"Yes, it's from Shelley..." he said, starting to feel uncomfortable

She came out of the darkness and approached him a bit. He looked at her walking, her perfect edges. Then their eyes met, it lasted a few seconds that felt like forever to him, that's when he decided to go back to his poem.

"I'm searching for a specific line" he simply said

"Aren't we all?" she replied

"Maybe I could help you with it..." She started again, "I have a favorite line from this one: Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not dead;

See, on the silken fringe of his faint eyes,

Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies

A tear some Dream has loosen'd from his brain.

Lost Angel of a ruin'd Paradise!"

He looked back at her then... That was the line! This couldn't be Vanessa... It probably was the monster in her.

"You're wondering who you're talking to, isn't it doctor?" she whispered, her lips almost touching his then, "Is it the demon? Is it Vanessa? Maybe it's a bit of both?"

He couldn't speak, he could barely breathe. He leaned in a bit, brushing her lips with his. He could smell her perfume, he liked it... He briefly wondered why he never wanted to experience anything like this before, why he was so reluctant of women. That's when it hit him. The image of Brona, naked in his cave, almost alive but not quite... Caliban lurking her dead body in the darkness.

He opened his eyes, quickly looked away and got off the ladder. Feeling embarrassment growing in him.

"I'm sorry miss Ives, but I've got important things to do. I'm sure we'll be able to talk together more another day"

She looked at him with a half smile, then laughed a bit:

"You can call me Vanessa now doctor, after all we're almost family aren't we?"

Victor looked at her again, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts, her body... He answered trying the best smile he could:

"I guess we are..."

Before leaving.