Chap 3 part 2

After Elizabeth made her way upstairs she found her husband in the small informal dining room. She couldn't place his expression as she walked over towards him seeing a place set for her.

What should she say? What could she say for who knew how he would react at this point? And for some reason she felt more afraid of Victor's anger then that of the creature's.

Taking a breath she figured she might tip-toe for now.

"Where are the guards?" asked the woman politely sitting down. Victor stopped eating immediately and replied in a nonchalant voice,

"Out having a drink, where were you?"

He sounded a little too suspicious for her tastes.

"In the basement. I needed to sit down for a little while."

"Why?"

"I was tired from all the preparations for your arrival. I did not sit and do nothing you know," said the woman keeping her voice soft. It wasn't as if she could go into how she was in shock of the cruelty he showed, and how frightening it truly was.

"That's good," said the man starting to eat again. Elizabeth started picking at her food, consistently looking over to see him with a more thoughtful expression now.

After a while he looked up and quickly asked,

"Was it still struggling when you left?"

The woman froze momentarily. She finished chewing thinking of how she might answer. Should she tell him what she did? He might get angry now, but would it be better he find out from her instead of by someone else later. This small bout of peace was nice but in the end it wouldn't be worth it.

"You know, I really don't think you needed to chain him up like that. He is a guest in our house and it would rude to leave him in the miserable state you seem so intent on forcing upon him."

"It is a monster, Elizabeth. You have no idea," said the man keeping his casual tone as he brushed her words aside starting to pick at his food now.

The woman dug her nails into her palm, trying to control rising anger. Was he blind? Could he not see how his creation suffered from his cruelness?

"No, he's not Victor. You created him to be a man, did you not; and if you had treated him as such perhaps William would still be alive," said Elizabeth with a bit much too much enthusiasm then she intended.

But the sound of the silverware dropping from Victor's fingers in surprise made the woman feel pleased in a way-enough so that in her enthusiasm she continued.

"When I was down there I unchained him and helped him to his cell which I placed a bed in for his arrival. And you know what, he was more of a gentleman to me then you've been lately," said the woman getting up fully riled up now.

Victor now stood and full of worry and anger he walked over to his wife desperately trying to contain himself.

"It could have killed you, Elizabeth. What if he was faking this kindness you speak of waiting for the right moment to kill you?!"

"He couldn't even walk on his own Victor, and he wouldn't hurt me."

"How can you be so damn sure?!" questioned the man gripping his wife's shoulders tightly.

"How can you be so sure me meant me harm?" said the woman back practically yelling pulling his hands off her.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're the monster here," said Elizabeth as she turned as stampeded from the room leaving Victor to be the one in shock.

He collapsed into a nearby chair, a myriad of thoughts bombarding him.

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Meanwhile Elizabeth now found herself running down the hall and then another slowing. He would be angry with her. She tried the door nearby. Locked.

Swiftly she unlocked it and rushed inside locking it behind her feeling safer. She almost wished she could have gone back down to the basement. She felt stuck here.

It would be safe to stay in case Victor's anger had finally controlled him. She had a feeling if he ever let it then she would be more then black and blue.

Deep soothing breathes.

After leaning against the door for a few minutes listening for the sounds of any footsteps the woman finally found it safe to turn around.

In the room she saw a lonely grand piano sitting in the center of the room as if waiting patiently for someone to play it once more.

And Elizabeth could not contain her urge to walk over to it and run her fingers over the sleek black surface, then sit on the bench. Immediately she felt a calming sensation run through her and yet she had not even touched the keys yet.

How long had it been since she had played?

Lifting the lid she hoped it would jog her memory but alas she only got the vague impression it had been years.

Finally her fingers settled on the cold keys- cold, without the warm human touch that would bring them to life.

Taking a deep inhale she started pressing keys one after the other until she found the song hidden within her hand's memory, Moonlight Sonata.

Music floated about the room, filling it with its melancholy melody and filtered out the open window down, down through the barred opening in the basement. Coincidently the room in which the woman resided lay over the basement and the creature was able to hear the beautiful song perfectly.

He smiled as he lay down on the bed, feeling a little bit more content. He didn't know what to think when he heard Elizabeth speaking to Victor, though he did not for one moment regret the enhanced hearing he had been given, he couldn't believe she had defended him.

She truly was an angel, no a goddess. A goddess not only of kindness but of music too it seemed for her playing helped him float off to a world of sleep where no nightmares plagued him for the first time in many weeks since his capture.