Christie woke up in a forest, creature having carried her inland once they reached shore. She looked around; light gently filtering through the leaves casting a light green glow around the clearing. She stretched and looked over to see the creature asleep nearby. She smiled to herself and silently examined him.
His face was stitched up and seemed to be combined of many different features that shouldn't all be mashed into one. He had a long tangled mass of black hair, and since his mouth was open while he gently snored she could see his teeth were the whitest thing she had ever seen, like precious pearls, but they were all thick and large like molars, no thin teeth in the front like she had. He had to be around 8 feet tall, and most of his skin was thick and calloused giving it a yellowish tinge. She looked over the skin she could see. He seemed to have a mix of human skin and shaved animal, and it barely stretched over his form enough to cover the inner workings of his body, but he had to be human. She knew everyone had a place in this world; at least that's what her parents had always told her. There's must be a reason God created him this way. Plus even if she was revolted at the sight of him she promised herself she would help him. He wanted happiness and she believed all of God's creatures deserved that.
She silently crawled over and pulled a measuring tape out of her bag. Her mom would be really mad she took this with them not having many, but she needed measurements. She gently got it around his waist and got the number it was close to, not exact but it worked. She also measured his leg length, then found a sunny spot to sit in and pulled out fabric and thread. If she was going to help him the first thing she should do was make him some decent clothes, and she seriously doubted she could go into a town and find clothes that would fit him. Even if she did have the money to even consider it. She stayed in a sunny spot, measuring, cutting, and sowing the fabric together. Only stopping to eat every now and then, happy he had remembered to grab the basket of fruit and veggies.
She silently stitched, but stopped when the creature started to wake up. She frowned; she wanted to surprise him with some fitting pants, but didn't expect him to wake so soon. It was only late afternoon; with them being so far inland she suspected he must have been awake until dawn. Not to mention carrying her must have tired him out a bit more. He opened his eyes, which were yellow, but watery.
"What're you doing?" he asked, looking down at the fabric and needle in her hands.
"I was making you some new pants," Christie replied, making him look down at the tattered remains of the pants he had stolen from his creator's place in Ingolstadt.
"You are going to make me clothes?" he asked, confused at her kindness.
"Of course, you must be cold your practically wearing nothing. I'll fix you some food in a moment," she said, giving him a small smile, but closed her eyes when she did so she didn't have to try meeting his eyes again. It seemed so much easier before she truly looked at him.
"No, I'll make the food," he said and got up, running off quickly. She looked at where he ran off and smiled to herself before going back to sowing.
It went on for months like this. They walked almost all night, which creature carried Christie half the time, but he was happy to do so after she made him the pants the first night and created him a shirt over the next couple days. He wanted to move more North to get to Geneva where his creator would surely return to, but Christie couldn't survive on harsh foods like him so they had to cross threw Italy and up into Switzerland. It took months but they got there, his creator arriving at his childhood home within a few days after they had. Christie didn't know he was stalking his creator, but she didn't need to know. He promised to be there on his wedding night, and that he would. He was going to destroy everything he loved.
It didn't matter if he had a second chance at happiness because of the small girl by his side; his creator had the chance first and ruined it. He had to pay for the misery he had already caused. If this child could look upon him with kindness the very being that created him should have. It was his fault for making him this way and throwing him away into the cruel world alone and ignorant. Dr. Frankenstein was about to experience hell while he got what he wanted all along, a companion, all he had to do was keep his treachery secret from her.
*Just wait and see what happens when she does find out later on. Also I found a song that fits them perfectly. Unfortunately it gives away some future stuff so I can't tell you what it is. Last chapter though I promise to tell you, which there should only be about three or four more chapters.