Alfred had many regrets. So many in fact that it was near impossible to list them all. Although there was one regret which haunted him more than all the rest. It had been on his mind ever since he did it. He took her in, he fed her, he loved her like his own. She was the most beautiful girl, her golden locks tumbled down from her head in delicate waves, and her lilac eyes were big and beautiful - he likened her to a princess. Alfred had always imagined the girl in a flowing white gown, to be exact the one belonging to his wife, Monika. He had thought her far too pretty to experiment on, that such a girl must be looked after. Alfred kept her in the basement for years, he fed her, provided her with a place to sleep and even bought her her own little set of toys. He looked after her as if she were his own daughter. Deep down the only reason why he had never let her out from the basement was because of his family. He couldn't bare Aya thinking he'd replaced her, and hadn't fancied listening to Monika's accusations that he had replaced his own daughter either, so he kept Elizabeth in the basement.
Time moved on, and Elizabeth grew up into a beautiful young girl. Alfred's love for her changed from that of a family member to that of a lover. He admired Elizabeth's long hair each day. It was far too long for her to comb all of it herself, even at 15. She still thought Alfred loved her as a father, she was totally oblivious to him. Alfred knew she had skills, much like Maria's now, he thought, just stronger. He knew she had some sort of healing power, and so he offered her the role of his assistant. Elizabeth agreed to help him. Many times had he tried to show her how much he loved her, but Elizabeth would always reject him. She would explain that it would be disrespectful to Monika, and Aya, whom she loved dearly. She simply couldn't bring herself to, Alfred knew that, but he wouldn't leave her be. Whenever she rejected him it made him turn increasingly cold towards her…
Alfred had tried on last time to bring Elizabeth around. She told him no and he lost all control. He remembered he felt himself push her onto the table and clamp her down to its surface. He remembered grasping his chainsaw, muttering those words before he let it rip through her chest.
Alfred held the pendant he always wore. He had filled it with her blood after realising what he had done. He locket the blood away inside the pendant and promised himself he'd never take it off for as long as he lived. He remembered the weeks, months, years even which he had spent sitting on the floor in the lab, mourning her death, hating himself for what he had done. Even now he didn't forgive himself. He had sat Elizabeth's doll on the chair he had saved specially for his daughter Aya. He dressed Elizabeth in the white gown and matching lace collar he had always imagined her in.
When he came back to reality, Alfred found himself sitting on the floor, the locket clenched in his hand. He was crying again. He hoped now he had Maria that she would make him a better person. He loved her with all his heart. Her beautiful emerald green eyes were beyond compare, even to Elizabeth's, and her thick brown waves fell perfectly just past her shoulders. Maria loved him too, the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him told him this.
Just then the door creaked open, and in stepped Maria. Alfred leapt up immediately.
He wasn't going to let her see him like this. Maria walked up to him, looking him right in the eye. She too looked like she had been crying, but he couldn't think why. He knew she could tell he had been crying too, she had that look in her eye. In fact, she looked worried for him. Just then she hugged him, clearly trying to comfort him, or at least trying to find out why he was like this. He hugged her back and kissed her on the top of her head. She pulled away and smiled slightly. The sound of footsteps could be heard from the basement steps. Alfred began to panic. The last thing he wanted was for Monika to walk in and find him and Maria. He tried to leave the room but Maria grabbed him by his lab coat and held him almost like a hostage in the lab. He watched as a dainty girl of around Maria's age stepped into the room in her white heels, her golden curls catching her up and settling around her. Alfred was taken aback…was that…Elizabeth?