A/N: This is just a quick short intro to give you the flavour of the story.

El's Letter

Viktor had been waiting weeks for a letter from Waldman, and when the post arrived, he eagerly broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. It was not from Waldman, however but from one of his cleverest students, Miss Ellie Hopper. Curious, Viktor retired to the drawing room with a glass of port, and his pipe, he sat in his favourite chair in front of the fireplace, and read:

Dearest Viktor,

It is with a heavy heart I must write you this letter. You will forgive my presumptuousness when I tell you that you were mostly correct all along, but you made errors in your understanding. Alas, I fear I need to give you background as it is imperative you understand not only my predicament but the impetus that drove me to take the path I did, and what eventually led to this correspondence.

You will recall, the year we first met, that is, October of 1808, I was fifteen and a mere waif of a girl. You will also recall that my love, a certain Michel Wheeler, was my constant companion, and had been since we were but five years old. He would never leave my side, and I would never leave his. Our love for each other knew no bounds at the time, and believe me when I tell you , it knows absolutely no bounds to this day.

You were kind enough to indulge my curiosity by taking us to your lab at the University to show us your work and general teaching methods. Both Mike, for I had taken to calling him such. And he had taken to calling me El, as he detested the name Ellie with a passion. We were both fascinated. Fascinated by the instruments, the countless volumes of medical texts, the steam, the sparks. It was an education in itself to know that there was so much we didn't know!

It was that brief time in our young lives that was to engage me in my academic ventures for the next ten years.

Unbeknownst to yourself, I followed your career as closely as I could given the limited communication we suffered at the time.

As a member of the fairer sex, it proved difficult to be given any consideration for application to academic studies. But I prevailed Viktor! As you know, I was given the opportunity to study under you at the University where you tenured.

Tagging alongside of me was my loving companion Mike, whose knack for engineering simple and complex instruments for a variety of disciplines, would prove to be his greatest achievement and his horrible undoing.

At this point, I feel I should explain the love I had for this boy. Because unless you fully understand that what we had for each other transcended time, the rest of my tale would be quite meaningless.

It is hard to put into words, in any of the languages I am fluent in what I feel for Mike. Even though Mike and I had known each since we were five, we would not truly fall in love until we were both thirteen. Then, we had both solemnly sworn to each other that we would be together forever. In life and in death. We have kept our promise to each other. A promise is something you can never break. Ever.

Mike would often bring himself to tears in an attempt to tell me how much he loved me. It was heartbreaking to see him struggle with words that just did not exist. We would fall asleep in each others arms in my father's hayloft more times than I can count. We hated to be apart. We would be physically ill if we were apart for very long.

Mike would frequently tell me that my life was more important than his, and I would return in kind. This kind of bond cannot be forced Viktor, it simply is! It is crucial that you understand this. Failure to do so will leave you blindly wondering why I did what I did.

But if you genuinely understand, you'll see that I had no choice. It was not something that required conscious thought. I was driven by a force that cannot be explained. I believe it was that same force that you refused to acknowledge, and ultimately led to the continual failure of your experiments.

Fear not, however, for you taught and had a determined student in myself.

My education, my experiments, and my conviction would lead me to accomplish what the great Viktor Frankenstein himself could not!