Kiss from a Rose.. (Closed; EroticLiteracy)

[SeraphNocturne]

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The gentle pitter-patter of raindrops upon the window enchanted her... how they bounced and glistened and raced one another so delicately down the warped glass to the rotted wood encasing it. Beyond it, the blurry shapes of carriages and horses in the street and the drab, darkly clad figures caused her to withdraw ever so slightly... how close they were, those frightening beings, and yet so far away! The rain grew heavier, the sky dark and foreboding, but it was not a picture too unlike London. It seemed a constant overcast hung over the city, a certain damnation or curse the cobbled streets and putrid scents, the gas lights and harlots and all of the alcohol in the world could not smother.

Quickly she moved away from the window, and down the creaky steps, down into the cellar. The buzz of electricity was ever present. The doctor could afford as much, though, the light fixtures were merely for decoration... he needed the flowing current for far more nefarious intent than to light a dark room. In this day and age, electrical lights were a luxury only the truly wealthy knew, and even the Master with all of his fearsome and terrifying talents was not a man of wealth. Fortune alone made him descendant of a wealthy family, so the authorities did not question, and as long as he could muster the handsome fee for electric lights that came every month no one came poking about his business. It was as he liked it. She did not care so much, however... she wished dearly for a visitor. She eagerly listened for a rap upon the door, a kindly face or soft voice, but it never came. The only kindness she knew came from the worn pages of her poetry books--her only earthly possessions, nestled fondly in a nook against the wall where she rested at night.

The closest she had ever come was perched anxiously on the stool aside the blurry window--the only window to the outside world--watching them move along in great crowds most days, and on others only a bare trickle of one or two bodies... most days, a fear swelled inside of her chest, and it became hard to breathe when she thought of them. What if they were cruel, and harsh, and heavy-handed like the Master? She shuddered even now at the thought as she carefully tugged the proper book on the fourth shelf to the bottom, and the bookcase slowly slid aside, quickly disappearing within' the darkness of the Doctor's laboratory.

She gently turned the dial, casting her world into darkness, and yet she navigated the stairs expertly and gently struck matches to light candles as she ventured about the laboratory. It was a well kept place, as the Master would always have it. In the very center of a room a table made of thick porcelain rested, and above it upon draw chains a cage of metal suited in the likeness of a human body. A channel of thick cords ran throughout the room, all of them lifting eventually through a network of fixtures which elevated them through the air and toward the only source of light--a skylight, fixated directly above the operating table. It was a far distance--the Master's estate was at least three stories, and the laboratory in the basement, but the distance made no difference. The Master's works were more often than not a success.

Gingerly, she moved to the side of the table, and rooted amongst the chains there until she found the proper one. Dangling at the end of it was a crude manner of shackle, and with much disdain, the young woman latched the shackle around her left ankle and sighed.

Doctor Percy von Hild was a man entering his thirties, and wildly successful in his studies of the Origin of Life and the Theory of Mankind... however, his studies of a certain illustrious young Doctor Victor Frankenstein had supposedly poisoned his mind. It was a little known secret that von Hild was all but obsessed with the study of life immortal, and defying the laws of nature itself. He followed closely his young predecessors' heinous studies, but when procuring bodies became a challenge, he came to focus upon other methods for prolonging and returning life. A very many of them ancient, and forbidden, and the utmost taboo... and that was how she came to be, only she did not know.

What she did know was that the Master would not permit her out of the laboratory. In the last few weeks she had gotten bold, so bold as to pick the lock of her shackle which kept her restricted to only the laboratory, and venture out into the locked kitchen pantry which led down into the cellar where there was but one dingy window looking down over a busy London street. The Master was not one for conversation, in fact, it seemed more often than not he was a little frightened of her all together and terribly awkward when she attempted to speak with him. What conversation she had was only of her own sweet, soft-spoken voice reciting the lines of one of the handful of books she possessed, and nothing more. She grew so restless though! There was little to be had helping the Master with his experiments... it was tedious work, at times messy and she could not stomach much the harsh burning scent of blood, or the results of some of the experiments... especially the early ones, those of bodies he had pieced back together. Such pain they would be in that all they would do would be to wail uncontrollably, until a time in which the currents left them and they died once again. Oh, what a miserable existence... but none she feared more miserable than her own.

She sad upon a step, gazing at the solid table, and beneath it at the tank of chilled, clear water. The very waters she had been birthed in, no doubt. Why did the Master hesitate to create others, the way he had her? He did not elaborate to her on it, but her ever curious mind had brought her to the truth... she found the notebook in which the Master kept on her, and her progress, from the very first forming tissues of muscle to the final layer of creamy caramel skin that covered her body. He had created her from far more than the animated corpse... he had created sinewy tissue and muscle and fat, and then he brought forth from the world beyond the essence she had been long ago. She rested her elbow upon her knee, and within' slender fingers, cupped her chin, her dark brows furrowing gently. She went over the precious first few words the Master had shared, and how she had grasped quickly the basics of language... and then her mind went to the needles, and the restraints, the pain and fear he had inflicted. She closed her eyes, blocking out her memories, and listened as the heavy doors shifted beyond the cellar. Surely he must be returning. She felt a smile tug at her lips, though it was bitter sweet. She was ever so happy not to be alone, even if her creator did not share the same sentiments.

The rain meant a storm was coming. There would be work to do tonight.

The bookshelf slid, and in he swept, the thin gaunt dark haired man who she knew as her creator. He cast dull blue eyes down upon her perched on the step and said nothing as he moved down to the table, and gently dusted his fingers across it, setting his satchel down at the foot of it. "A storm is coming Nine. I'll want the catchers raised and prepared to catch the lightning for tonight... do you understand?" She looked up quickly, nodding her head frantically.

"I came ahead to inform you, but I must go, I've a new subject to procure... it's a very risky business in the day. I'm sure you understand." He was prompt, and she felt an anxious prang in her chest, not wanting to admit that she would rather not be left alone yet again today... but it did no good to sob, or argue. The Doctor was not a empathetic creature, and he cared not for the lonesome aches within' heart of his undead creation. He glanced her way awkwardly, and nodded before ascending the stairs and exiting the book-case, leaving the girl to her devices.

"Nine." She chimed cheerily... he had taken to calling her that, as she had been his ninth subject. His most successful to date. The soft smile curled over her plush lips could not extinguish as she reveled giddily in the fact that the Doctor had addressed her by an actual title almost as if she were... someone. "Nine!" She repeated as she drew the proper chains, and aligned the current poles as they needed... all that need done now was to open the skylight.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“We have an assignment for you”

The man sighed settling deeper into the darkness of the confessional. The half of his face that could be seen in the shadows showed just how unhappy he was with the priest statement. He brought up one hand scratching idly at the rough five o clock shadow that adorned his face as the priest waited for an answer.

“When I agreed to do this” The man finally said “The council you work for said that I would not be called on this much that their world was stable that their world didn’t need another butcher”

The priest was silent for several seconds before he spoke.

“Son you are just-“

“Don’t tell me I am doing gods work!” The man snapped his tone angry and defiant “The army tried to sell me that lie and I didn’t even believe it back then and I don’t believe it now I did not do this job to become a killer I took this task because I was told I would protect the people ALL people”

“And that is what you are doing” The priest insisted his tone firm “The target you are hunting is butchering both sides taking body parts from everyone and patching them together he is an old protégé of the late Victor and as long as he walks the earth he will kill every one mortal and immortal”

The man sighed slumping back in his seat. He was silent for several long seconds his long nimble fingers drumming against the wooden chair before he finally stood.
“I will do this” The man said his tone short “After that I will go see the council and get to the bottom of these recent tasks that involve killing”

With that he took his hat pushing it over his long black hair and pushing his hand against the wooden confessional. It opened without a sound and the man left without looking back. The man that stepped out of the confessional was surprisingly exotic with tan dark features and the features of a Spaniard not an Englishman. The long dark overcoat he was wearing swished against the tile as he walked, and his heavy boots made a light thump thump sound as he swept down the steps and out of the catholic church.

It was raining, another dreary day in London. Even after having lived in the city for two years he still wasn’t used to the insistent rain that seemed to lay claim to the city. The two-minute walk to his waiting carriage was enough to leave him soaked and by the time he climbed in he was in even more of a sour mood.

“I guess it didn’t go well?”

Smoke wafted above her morphing and turning into a random assortment of images. Her long pale leg stuck out of her dress her stockings shown off as well as her black high heeled shoe. It dangled ever so slightly off of her foot and she made no move to fix it as the carriage lurched and started forward.

“Why are you here Sariphirma” The man said his voice tired as he took off his hat and reached for the decanter of Sherry he kept in the carriage “Come to give Jeeves a heart attack? I promise you the old man can handle even a demon’s seductive charm”

“As charming as ever Alfonzo” The demon woman known as Sariphirma said as she blew out another cascade of billowing smoke.

“I hear the council has a new mission for you is all” She said leaning forward taking the decanter and glass from his hand and pouring the drink for her.

“Thought you might want to team up… like old times” She purred pouring the drink slowly as her forked tongue slipped out and ran across her plum blood red lips.

“No” He replied taking the drink from her hands and draining it in one smooth gulp.

“I got burned well enough last time” He reminded her reaching out and smacking the top of the carriage to signal Jeeves to stop.

“I don’t have any wish to do that again” He told her as Jeeves came around and opened the door “Tell your masters they will have their body in two days”

She pouted but said nothing more as she rose out of the seat. With one last lingering look she walked out stepping out into the rain which bent and ran around her as if in fear. She turned still utterly dry and with one last smile disappeared before his very eyes.
………………………
Turns out it only took him one day

His usual contacts wasted no time pointing him in the right direction. Over his last two years on the job he had managed to cultivate a highly effective spy ring of sorts of supernatural creatures. He paid for them with favors, items and if the situation required it his blood or gold. He always made sure to pay, always made sure the word around town was that Alfonzo De Rodrigo was a man you went to when you were possessing information about the things that went bump in the night.

His investigation took him to a house, a rather non-descript house in a rather non-descript part of London. Alfonzo only needed one look to determine he was in the right place.

Lightning rods

“There you are” He murmured walking over to the door. He reached out one gloves hand wrapping over the doorknob. He slowly turned it hunching over so no one could look at his face as he tried the door.

Locked

Alfonzo sighed and after making sure the coast was clear bent to pick the lock. He pulled from his belt a set of lock picking tools each one finely homed and in pristine condition. It only took him five minutes to pick it and then nothing more than a simple push to swing the door open and reveal its contents to him.
He stepped inside closing and locking the door behind him. Once he was sure it was secured he turned his hand going to the revolver on his belt and resting his hand on it. A sense of dread filled his body, dread at what pulling the gun meant. He was a man that didn’t wear the iron without respect for what it meant, he certainly didn’t pull it unless the hour of killing was upon him.

How he detested it.

Still the doctor was killing others innocence of a magical nature. So he pulled it sliding the revolved out of the oiled holster and cocking the hammer back. He could have waited to draw, waited until he had the doctor in his sight but there was no telling what foul creature would be backing the doctor. The little comfort Alfonzo took was that any creature would no doubt be in pain and would only be taken out of its misery.

He stepped through the house running his hand along several objects and taking stock not only of the house but of its occupant. Killing was not a thing he took lightly. Even with an evil man he took care to know the man TRULY know him. The doctor was a brilliant scientist so it made it all the harder for Alonzo as killing him would be robbing the arts of one of its most passionate members.

He was in the kitchen when he heard it, it was faint but there the sound of someone in the basement working. Alfonzo walked over to the staircase to the basement and founding it locked quickly used his tools to unlock it once more.
As the door swung open thunder rocked the house. Alfonzo quickly moved lightly stepping down the staircase and avoiding several worrisome steps. Thunder meant lightning, and if the rods were out then that could mean some manner of creature might come back to life.

Alfonzo would not let that happen.

He reached the final step and jumped down his gun at the ready. He would not shoot a man in cold blood but he would shoot in defense if needed. With great care Alfonzo stepped forward weaving over and under the machinery collected if needed. He sensed someone in the distance and his pace quickened moving with alarming speed as he raced the final few steps and brought the gun to bear.

“Drop it” He commanded his tone firm and unyielding “Drop it Doctor and turn and face me”

 

[SeraphNocturne]

Everything was in place... the conductors had been inserted into the water, the lightning rods and catchers in place. The only thing left now was to wait for the Doctor to return with his specimen. Would it be a full, in tact body, she wondered? Or some sort of grotesque collection of limbs in which she would have the tedious and none too flattering task of aiding the Doctor in stitching together? Her fair features sunk a bit at the thought. There was something not so unnerving about the coppery scent of blood and the mild perfume of death. The bodies were fresh and so the strench of rot and decay did not permeate the air, but there was something else about the dead something... familiar. It ignited a sort of craving within' here she was unfamiliar with, the scent of blood. Perhaps it had something to do with what she was. Nine was adamant on ignoring the pull of darkness within' her however, the temptation of blood and flesh. She did not know hunger, or thirst... she was not designed as such, or perhaps, was designed to be better--to transcend the need for sustenance. She would be no older or younger than she was now... she would not grow grey or frail, even if she did not know it now. She had strength immeasurable. She knew well that her mortal wounds, wounds that would surely be the end of anyone else, would heal with a night's sleep... the pain was unbearable, yes, but she would sleep and wake and it would be gone.

The Doctor had done numerous tests, everything from searing her fingertips off, to detaching and reattaching her limbs... even so much as plunging a letter opener into her heart, and she would weep, and scream in response, but she would not die. It seemed so long ago; back when she did not know the words to beg for mercy, when she had not the knowledge to understand the experiments. She was older now, if only a few months, and perhaps more knowledgeable. A flutter of thick, dark lashes, and the golden-eyed girl found herself pacing. She was anxious. She hated ever so much to be alone... and now, she wondered very much so, would this new creation be allowed to remain in the laboratory with her? Would she finally have someone to talk with. Oh, please, let my brother or sister be kindly...

A mere few hours went by, and she figured by now, the dusky tints of twilight were casting their shadows over London. The Doctor returned, in a hurry, and motioned the girl to come and assist... he passed her bag after bag, with a significant amount of difficulty. Nine took two in either hand with little effort and carried them gently to the operating table. A patchwork it was. She masked her disdain quite expertly--the Doctor was not at all fond of disapproving expressions. "Thank you... we have to work quickly, the storm is on the rise."

She knew better than to ask questions of the limbs. The Doctor had taught her well though, how to align joints and muscle, where to stitch and what pattern that would make the healing processes easy, should they successfully restore life. What she wondered the most though was where exactly did this limbs come from. They were a variation, and while seemingly matched for appropriate size and shape of this young man she knew without a doubt these were not all the limbs of one being. Oh, how she would have loved to know... she sufficed with creating a scenario of it in her mind, unaware of the supernatural qualities a few of these limbs held, that a few of them had come from otherworldly creatures her young and undeveloped him could not fathom. The doctor left her to the task of piecing the body while he went to study his notes, and keep a weather eye upon the sky. In the distance, she heard the rumble of thunder. What she did not hear was the soft thumping of boots as the laboratory was infiltrated.

"Drop it... Drop it Doctor, and turn and face me."

A wave of fear crashed over her, causing her smooth skin to raise with goosebumps. This was not a familiar voice. The long needle clasped between her delicate, bloodied fingertips slowly fell to the table. Should she turn? Should she run? And go where, exactly? She did not snap the shackle and steel chain binding her to this room out of sheer respect and perhaps fear of the Doctor's reaction, but she could, oh, she could tear it from where it tied around the heavy operation table's leg without a second thought and twist it around this intruder's neck before he knew what had happened. It was not her nature, though... the soft-spoken young woman was a timid, quiet being, and so she responded only as that. She turned slowly, the plain grey evening dress she was suited in ever so slightly stained in the blood of her Master's project, and she faced this unfamiliar person with perhaps more curiosity than fear.

Face to face with this man she could not help but to worry. He was significantly taller than she was... and perhaps familiar. His features favored hers, with his smoothly tanned skin and dark hair and eyes. Was he... her brother? Had the Doctor done such unspeakably painful things to him as well, that now he had thought to confront him in such a way? Her brow furrowed, her confusion evident, and she stared down the barrel of the gun with no sense of fear... in fact, she stepped forward slowly, and reached out, those uniquely animated eyes wide with her curiosity. She slid her fingers along the barrel, drawing back sharply as the cool steel touched warm digits, her eyes jerking back to his. If he had come to harm the Doctor she would not let it be so, no matter how harsh and unkind as he was.

"Nine! Step away from this man!" The hiss of von Hild's voice snapped her out of the daze of curiosity, and she backed away hurriedly toward the voice of the Doctor... he had entered quietly, witnessing the interaction with much fortunate, and kept a weather distance as his creation moved to stand before him. The Doctor did well to keep the petite, slender female positioned before him as well as he could at that... he cared not if she should take a bullet. She would hurt, yes, but she would not die. He allowed her to act as his human shield, attempting to stifle the rage and panic welling within' him.

"Who are you? Who's sent you?! You've no business in here--you have absolutely no idea... what you've walked yourself into, my good fellow..." von Hild's voice was a dark hiss as he grasped his immortal creation's shoulders and slowly backed toward the doorway. The thunder rumbled above now, shaking the structure with it's force, and Nine looked desperately toward the body she had not yet finished piecing together. She had been nearly finished attaching his head when this enchanting stranger had burst into the room with his unusual instruments... and judging by her Master's response, he was not a welcome party in the least.

"You need to leave, immediately. Go back the way you've come and I shan't call the authorities--I will not ask you kindly again! Go, now!"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Alfonzo had expected a man, a harsh despicable sort that you expected to find when dealing with grave robbers.

He had NOT expected to find a girl, a girl whose beauty temporarily took him aback. A girl who seemed unplussed by the gun even going so far as to come over and run her hands along the cold steel.

He stood there his feet still planted the gun still leveled. The hammer of his revolver was cocked back ready and waiting to fire the bullet and possibly end the young beautiful girls life.

He didn’t fire would not until the doctor showed his face. Killing was bad enough on the soul but it was truly damming to kill an innocent. Not that he couldn’t be sure she was entirely innocent but Alfonzo didn’t fancy himself as a judge.

The doctor finally came out snapping an order for the women to leave. Nine was her name? That couldn’t be right… Not unless.

Understanding dawned on his face. She was an experiment! Created by the doctor and given life through him and his work. He looked at her with renewed interest for a minute paying the doctor no mind as he moved over to his charge and his behind her.

She didn’t look as if she was in pain or misery… Nor did her flesh look twisted and molted. She looked perfectly healthy! Albeit a little confused and scared. Relief filled his body relief that he wouldn’t have to kill someone in misery!

He turned his situation back to the doctor who by now was telling him to leave. He cocked his head to the side his eyes watchful and assessing the doctor has he made his plea.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible doctor” Alfonzo finally said the gun leveled at his head “I am not here to offer you mercy nor am I here by accident”

He reached into the folds of his pocket pulling out a single white parchment paper on. On the paper was a stamp a circle of red with one line drawn through the middle.

“By the order of the forgotten council of England” Alfonzo stated advancing “And by the supernatural order of the rose I find you Doctor Van Hild guilty of grave robbing murder and performing unspeakable acts of science”

“Now please come out from behind the girl and face me like a man” Alfonzo said his voice tired “Die with honor at the very least I do not wish to hurt your experiment I promise you as long as your agreeable I can take the girl and make sure remains safe but I am not opposed to taking her out to get to you”

 

[SeraphNocturne]

Being a good head taller than this young appearing female made it difficult to use her as a human shield as sort... oh, how Percy scolded himself internally for not taking the proper precautions. He should have hired a guard, or at the very least, have had his most successful experiment trained to defend him. The girl did little more than the dirty work he cared not to, chopping and sewing body parts, and could only read and speak, sparingly beyond that. Yet von Hild knew well she could snap this man's neck like a toothpick, or take his gun and twist the metal until it was no longer effective... but would she? Why would she? Because he demanded it of her?

"Ah-ah-ah, I don't think so... what do I care for the commands of man, or the supernatural--whoever it may be, demon, that have sent you to dispatch me?! I will know death but it will not be this night.." He slowly moved, jerking Nine none too kindly with him as he attempted to keep the gun slinger at his front, and make his way toward the heavy iron door. "What business do you interfering with my work when you know nothing of it?!" He spat venomously, fingers closing tightly around Nine's slender neck, causing her to wince gently. "All that I have acquired were acquired... legally, with proper paperwork--the body pieces of murderous criminals and creatures you have no idea that even exist--and my work! My work! A modern marvel to the world, sir, you have no idea what you dare to interrupt!"

The thunder grumbled, and lightning cracked the sky above, catching one of the lightning rods and racing down the table to the steel cage dangling above it. Nine flinched, visibly, watching the lighting course through the entrapment... and giving a solemn, silent thanks to whatever God existed that the cage was not lowered, because surely would it be a terrible sight to see... the head of von Hild's latest monstrous creation was not entirely attached. What a horror for the creature, to be revived in such a terrible circumstance. Her Master did not share the same sentiment.

"If you care so much for this small useless mound of flesh and bone... why don't you take her, then!" He shouted at last, finally in the proper position to shove Nine forward ever so roughly, sending the small caramel-skinned girl hurling into Alfonzo with enough force to topple the both of them. She let out a shrill shriek, her calm façade now crumbling with the harsh treatment from the only person she had ever known, reaching blindly for anything to help balance her, and grasping the wrong thing--the chains holding the steel cage above the corpse. With a harsh rattle of the rusted links, the cage dropped, lightning once again drawn to the rods protruding from the roof and racing once again down the conductors and into the corpse upon the table. The power surged, von Hild having fled hurriedly up the hidden corridor and into the cellar in a feverish attempt to prolong his life.

Nine grappled in the darkness, whimpering and now filled entirely with fear... she couldn't see a thing! The last strike had blown the fragile bulbs illuminating the laboratory, and cast it into darkness, with only the lightning far above at the skylight drawing her some kind of idea of what was happening. Where was the stranger? Had her Master abandoned her? She could hear the scratching of nails upon the porcelain operating table, and hear the sickening gasps of the now re-animated beast upon the table as it struggled for air... she could hear the gurgled, muffled screams of pain leaving its lips, and with it she felt tears well in her eyes. She hadn't finished her work, and because of her, her brother now lay in cruel torment, trapped beneath the cage in total darkness...

Sobbing softly the raven haired girl made her way in the darkness to the door, and hurried down the corridor, only to find herself jerked to a halt--the shackle around her ankle prevented her from going any further. Behind her she could hear the creature screaming at best it's ability, with it's head partially severed still from it's patch-work form, and smell the scent of fresh blood beginning to seep from the wounds of it's make-shift form. Where was the stranger? The book case remained open and beyond she could hear the sound of bottles shattering, and smelled a scent most unfamiliar... burning wood. The Doctor was attempting to destroy the evidence of his crimes before he fled, and perhaps even trap his would-be assassin inside of his estate as it burned to the ground!

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Alfonzo kept the good doctor in his sights working the angles as he did. The use of the girl as a shield was proving… problematic. The girls height didn’t make the best shield but the jerking erratic way the doctor was behaving was enough to compensate for that. The doctor didn’t realize it but he was proving difficult to shoot in his panicked state!

Alfonzo refused to give up or lower his weapon. He had come here to do a job and that was that. The good doctor was using body parts and holding a woman hostage who was innocent. He would die if not tonight then sometime soon by Alfonzo’s hand.

There was no changing that fate.

The doctor made his move flinging his creation at him as if she were nothing more than discarded rags. Alfonzo caught her but her tripping fall to earth was enough to bring them both down. They became a pile of writhing body parts on the floor giving the doctor precious time to get away.

Alfonzo cursed extracting himself from her and moving towards the door. Before he could however a large boom sounded above him and with horror Alfonzo realized the cage above was slowly beginning its descent down to the ground.

“Shit” He said running a critical eye over the instruments and panels. So engrossed he was in stopping the machine that he didn’t see the girl run out of the cellar. He toggled several switches and levers trying in vain to stop the process.

But he was to late

With a shriek of pain the creature on the table began to stir. It struggled against its bonds its head flopping at odd angles.

“God above” Alfonzo whispered shaking his head as he moved to the creature. His gun came out loosely aimed at the creature’s head as he regarded it.

Alfonzo reached into his trench coat, he pulled out a leather-bound book and after flickering through its pages settled on one. He quickly began to perform last rites on the creature first performing Penance, then the Anoiting, and finally the Viaticum.

Once he was done he shot the creature pressing the barrel to its forehead and using one high caliber round. The creature jerked and with one last twitch fell utterly silent. Alfonzo paused to close the creature’s eyes and lifted the white blanket around its torso above the creature’s body. He took in a deep breath letting the peace and care he had embodied when taking care of the body flow away. He filled his body with rage and anger, anger at the victims who were being exploited and his own pain for having to harm a wounded creature.

Once he was ready he turned moving up the staircase slowly and without any hurry. He was a man with all the time in the world, a man who would find his pray no matter what. Every step he took led him closer to that goal and no matter what the distance was he would eventually go there.

He reached the corridor noting with displeasure that the woman was chained. Without a word he calmly reloaded his revolver aiming the gun directly at the heavy chain and shooting it.

“Stay behind me” He told her his voice firm as he reloaded once more. One bullet went into his gun and only one bullet.

He wouldn’t need anymore.

“Doctor” He said his tone firm and clear “I want you to know this now. A fire won’t kill me nothing will. If you decide to keep running I will keep hunting. I will take my time. It may not be tomorrow or the next day, it may be months or even years but one day you will die by my gun. I promise you this I will spend every day hunting you down. I will make it my mission.”

“Surrender now” He said his tone as firm and as unmoving as marble “I promise you it will be quick and painless as long as you do”

 

[SeraphNocturne]

The Doctor surged through the kitchen, throwing all manners of items into the path behind him in hopes of slowing down his pursuer. He didn't linger to see if Nine had provided ample distraction, though he was certain she would... it appeared his would be assassin was uncertain whether or not she was simply a captive young woman or that she simply was some manner of creation. Inwardly, he didn't want to abandon her, not at all because she held some special place in his heart but for the simple fact of her progress, her advancement... her very existence defied the laws of not only nature, and science, but perhaps even God's existence himself. He had created this being in the way of reversing the process of death, and he had pulled her soul from the depths of the afterlife and restored it to her. Unlike her brothers before her, she was not mad and wild from the process of necromancy gone wrong, nor had he accidentally called forth some malignant entity or some darkness attached to her soul which soured the corpse and turned the subject feral.. she was sweet natured, and docile albeit much like a babe as she learned the regular functions of human kind every day.

Gone in an instant were the thoughts of her. He could start again--if he had his paperwork. He rushed through the sitting room first, grasping a shovel and lifting the burning logs of firewood, hurtling them viciously into the kitchen and onto the table. Sweat dripped from his brow as he shoved skeletal digits through his hair to rid it from his gaze, and with another few scoops of the shovel, he tossed them onto the furniture of the sitting room, waiting to watch the flames spread before rushing into his study and throwing book after book over his shoulder, a few choice ones he began to stack. "Where is it? Damn it! WHERE?!"

Nine struggled in the dark corridor, fingers prying hard at the steel contraption. She heard the metal began to creek after a moment, the darkness illuminated suddenly by the power restoring to the estate. The screams of the creature upon the operation table had ceased, calming the girls' panicked heart ever so slightly, but when she turned her head to look back she found herself face to face with the captivating stranger yet again. He was advancing quickly. Fear painted over the girl's soft features, who scrambled across the cold cobbled stones and pushed her back to the wall hoping he would pass and leave her unharmed. It appeared very much why he was here, that he meant her Master harm... and he had killed the burdened being in the laboratory. What was to stop him from doing the same to her?

She watched as he raised the unusual instrument, the sharp burst of sound it made stinging her ears ever so slightly.. but the rusted chain had been severed. Confusion, for only a moment, and then surprise... he spoke to her! She blinked a few times rapidly, rising to her feet in a hurry and all but grasping ahold of the tall stranger's trench coat as he told her to stay behind him. Stay she did, as close as humanly possible, keeping his pace as they rose from the cellar and into the burning kitchen. The smoke stung her lungs quite harshly, causing her to cough, in well pursuit of the doctor at this point. As he followed the sounds of von Hild's frantic attempt to collect his most vital notes to restart his unholy experimentation elsewhere, they came yet again face to face with the doctor in his study, the wide bay window behind his desk illuminating as lightning pierced the sky.

Percy von Hild fiddle upon the desk in a hurry, grasping the old pistol he had kept with him, his eyes wild as he glared across the room and down the barrel of Alfonzo's weapon. Nine shifted behind him timidly, finally deeming it safe enough to uncurl her small fingers from the gunman's trench, moving slowly to his side to gaze upon her Master in confusion. She wished to speak, but she could not find the words... what could she say to stop this violence? Would pleading with this man do any good? She did not understand enough of the situation to speak on it... but von Hild had only one precious issue upon his mind. Self perseverance. He was certain he wouldn't be quick enough to fire his weapon before this obviously well trained man, and so he fired before bothering to speak, hoping to yet again slow him down. He jerked the gun to the left and fired, the bullet striking the girl at the gunman's side with aim for her heart.

A gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, clutching the entry point of the wound with already blood stained fingers and slowly sinking down to the ground. Her breath began to quicken, the pain streaking like fire from the place of entry, and she attempted to exhale but only felt pain. A soft, choked sob left her lips, reaching out anxiously to grasp at the bottom of Alfonzo's trench coat, "P-please..."

"Kill me, or save her--you won't be able to do both!" von Hild spat venomously before taking the opportunity of pandemonium to attempt an escape. Oh, Nine was in no mortal danger... he knew this, because she was no mortal! He sprinted for the open doorway which would lead to the foyer and main hall, the girl by now was clutching the heavily bleeding wound, and dark, thick lashes lining her vibrant amber eyes fluttered as she swooned, and finally, her world faded into dark.

 

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Alfonzo moved down the hall paying no mind to the girl who know clung to his coat. The doctor was his only concern now. He focused on the room around him taking in the tracks the doctor left and paying no mind to the flames licking and beginning to take over the hovel. There was enough time to see the doctor and escape especially for one possessing the skills he did.

He walked up the steps his head cocked to the side as he listened. His gun was ready held steady in front of him as he began to zero in on the doctor’s location. He could hear him in the room at the hall crashing and moving furniture in what could only be described in desperation.

Alfonzo thought about asking the girl to remain outside but ultimately decided not to. The flames were still making their way across the house and given he didn’t know the creature truly it seemed a bad idea to leave her alone in such danger. He took her with him instead moving down the hall slowly before pushing into the open room.

The doctor turned leveling an older pistol that Alonzo tried very hard not to laugh at. He kept his feet planted his gaze unyielding as he leveled his gun at the doctor. He could see the flight or fight response of the good doctors brain kicking in trying to determine what was the best course of action. Alfonzo dared the doctor to fire his finger loose on the trigger but ready to pull it at a moments notice.

Then the doctor made his move

Alfonzo felt and heard the creature tugging at the bottom of his trench coat. He paid it no mind but the doctor looked down. Alfonzo watched as the doctors pistol swung down and a bolt of shock went through the hunter as he realized what the doctor intended. He was firing the second the doctor was at the same time swooping to try and protect the creature from the bullet.

He was to late

She stumbled back falling into his outstretched hand. He caught her with one hand his gun still loosely pointed in the doctor’s direction. He wasn’t sure if he had wounded the man or killed him but he was sure that one of the two had happened.
Not that it mattered now.

The woman was bleeding and even though Alfonzo suspected she was supernatural and possibly immortal he tended to her. He would find the doctor again, he was sure of it. He tore at his white linen shirt turning it into a make shift compress and pressing it against the wound.

“Its okay” he said as she fainted

“I’m here”
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It was night when she awoke.

After she passed out Alfonzo took her in his arms and carrier her out of the burning building. By now a crowd was gathering and he took advantage of the confusion to sneak away. He passed the cars sent to put out the burning building with his head down hoping beyond hope they wouldn’t notice him. Thankfully they didn’t far too concerned with stopping the building from burning the whole street.
He reached the alleyways where Jeeves was waiting and put her inside the carriage. He followed in after her slamming the door behind him before thumping on the roof.

The carriage took off shuddering ever so slightly as they moved out of the alleyway. Alfonzo tended to the girl while in transit cleaning the wound and even pulling the bullet out with the surgeons kit he kept in the carriage. Over the years his limited knowledge of anatomy had grown considerably larger, a benefit of taking care of his own wounds. By the time they reached his manor a modest estate in the heart of Whitechapel the girl was in stable condition.

“Bring her into one of the guest rooms” Alfonzo said to Missy one of the ladies of the estate. She and Jeeves both carried her in murmuring amongst one another as Alfonzo followed behind.

He let them attend to her sure of the fact that they would get her sorted. He made his way into the basement of his estate. He left the door open behind him just in case she woke up or the servants had need of him.

He stepped into his armory switching on the electric lights and reaching out to flick one of the bulbs on. Once the room was properly illuminated he went to work engaging in the rituals he found great comfort in. He took off his coat first stripping it of all the tools he brought and putting them in their specific place. Once that was done his gun and gun belt came off laid on the work bench where he carefully stripped the firearm and cleaned it. Once it was clean he reassembled it putting it back into its place on his gun rack which featured a variety of different pistols.

He changed properly then pulling off his outfit and exchanging it for a simple pair of trousers and white shirt. He left the linens for Missy to take care of and finally went back upstairs to enjoy the rest of the night. He went to his office pulling out one of the leather bound tombs he was current pursuing and settling down to read and wait for her to wake up.

 

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Her world had faded into darkness, a welcome comfort from the burning pain that had taken over her body. The Doctor had thought well on ways to ensure his experiment could be easily controlled. By heightening her senses, making her more easily susceptible to sounds, scents and touch, it insured that she would be less likely to use that astounding increase in strength and invulnerability against him. A knick of a blade and she would be quickly distracted by the pain of it enough to stop her in her tracks... it was a necessary precaution. Majority of his previous experiments were consumed by madness, if not some manner of evil caused them to be vicious and dangerous. Nine was a pleasant surprise, but the thing about playing God was that once the product was final it was it. He couldn't change it.

Alfonzo's bullet had indeed met its mark, and the man stumbled and struggled to complete his escape. The speed in which the flames had engulfed the estate nevertheless insisted they too get far from the building... and by now, the dark clouds of smoke billowing against the ceiling had began to seep through the windows and walls, alerting passerby's and night watchmen. A small crowd had gathered outside, though the girl was unaware, finding herself in the arms of the stranger who had come to dispatch her creator and spared from the same fate as Percy von Hild.

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Dark, thick lashes fluttered ever so gently as she began to stir, and opened those vibrant eyes, glittering in her skull like two pools of liquid gold... the room was dim lit, and what was worse, unfamiliar. She jerked to a sit, perhaps a bit faster than she had intended, wincing slightly as she did so--the door closed in a hurry as whoever had been watching over her went to quickly alert the master of the house that his guest had finally woke.

With a very soft, startled voice, she call into the darkness. "H-hello?" The tones of an English accent played upon sweet soprano notes, like the whisper of a child almost. She spoke the only way she knew how to, as her English creator did. Realizing she was now alone the girl began to survey her surroundings. This wasn't von Hild's estate, she knew this because two large windows with quite clear glass nestled the far wall from the bed she rested on... the sheets were soft, and the mattress not so much a large burlap sack--were there springs inside? Her small fingers pushed back the sheets, and observed that she was no longer in the tatters of a commoner, but had been re-dressed in a soft cotton sleeping gown. It was a size too big, surely belonging to one of the house keepers.

Ever so gently she pulled back the bandage that had been secured over the wound upon her left shoulder, finding beneath only a slight discoloration of the skin and a very small, star shaped silvery scar where the bullet had entered. In a few hours, even that would have faded away leaving behind only smooth, unblemished skin. For now, the bruising left behind meant she needed to move slowly. Her bare feet shifted, touching the cold wood gingerly, her long dark hair that had been previously tied back tumbling down her back in elegant curls. Instinctively, Nine ventured across the room to the window, and looked out and down onto the street... darkness still swept over London, and in the sky on the horizon she could see the early light of dawn slowly pushing back the darkness. It would be daylight in a few hours.

It was the first time she had seen the street clearly, and even without the masses of busy bodies shifting to and fro, it was captivating. She looked from lamp-post to shop-window, to the roof shingles, the sleek form of an alley cat slowly making its way down the dingy streets. It was absolutely marvelous! Her books of poetry did little to tell her of the outside world, only romanticized her cunning mind to the luxuries of love and the terrors of heartbreak.

Behind her, she heard the door open again, recoiling from the window to the adjacent side of the bed out of habit. von Hild would never permit her to be seen because of the simple fact that it was well known he lived in the estate alone, and no one had ever seen the exotic looking young woman--she looked remarkably out of place in London, as should have been expected. The bones he grew her from were procured from some foreign land that escaped his memory, Egypt perhaps, or perhaps someplace in Asia, it mattered not... he didn't care what race she was, only that she lived. "Begging your pardon, miss... I thought you might be hungry, or thirty, or perhaps need the bandage changed."

"...hungry?" She repeated, confusion apparent as the young house maid approached her, oblivious entirely that the small young woman could easily be a danger to her. Nine had no experience with eating, or drinking anything... she didn't require it.

"I brought bread, cheese, fruit... I wasn't sure what you liked--oh, and whiskey, it'll help with the pain. Come here, let me take a look." She gently placed the platter onto the nightstand aside the bed, and took a seat, patting beside her gently. Nine walked cautiously around the bed, her eyes fixated upon the sandy-haired woman in absolute fascination. She had never seen another woman! It was everything she had not to touch her face or hair as she moved to sit beside her obediently, allowing the woman to shift the gown at her shoulder and peer beneath the bandages. Her calm expression did not last, at first disbelief and then, the slightest bit of fear. "Good lord... it's... it's gone!"

She looked up to Nine, who tilted her head slightly, and smiled, oblivious to her confusion. The maid slowly unwrapped her shoulder, the slightly bloodied bandages no longer necessary, whispering to her in a hushed voice. "Never in my life have I seen a thing like this, miss... it's a miracle of God, it is. What's your name?"

"Name?" Nine blinked, and the maid nodded.

"Yes... my name is Missy. What is yours?"

"Nine." It was the only thing she knew to be called by, and so she announced this quite proudly, drawing a sharp albeit sympathetic chuckle from the woman. "Why, that's a number, not a name... you don't know your own name? God in Heaven, you must have been through an incredibly ordeal. You sit tight and I'll fetch the master for you."

 

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He was halfway through his letter when Missy burst into the small room he used an office.

“Master…” She said her eyes wide and worried and a slightly panicked look on her face.

“She’s… well awake”

“I see” Alfonzo replied raising an eyebrow and leaning back “And is there a problem Missy?”

“No Lord” She replied though her eyes said otherwise. His eyebrow arched further up and she shifted her hips back and forth for a few minutes before finally speaking up.

“It’s just… well her wound is practically healed! I’ve never seen anything like it!” Missy said in a rushed whisper.

“I see” Alfonzo said his suspicions confirmed on the girl’s true nature.

“I expected as much please have her needs tended to and then bring her down to the parlor I will meet her shortly”

Missy opened her mouth her eyes screaming in protest about going back up alone. Alfonzo crossed his arms starring her down for several seconds before she finally sighed.

“Yes My lord” Missy murmured closing the door as she moved to do her masters bidding.

Alfonzo sighed in relief and went back to his letter. He carefully detailed the results of the night to the council. He left no aspect of it hidden except the young girl currently residing above. He would disclose that information if and when the time was right. For now he simply let them know the status of the house and the lab as well as the doctor being mortally wounded. Tracking the doctor would be his next goal and he promised results by the end of the week.

Once the letter was composed he sealed it with red wax. Once sealed he stepped out of his office taking the time to leave it for Jeeves to deliver. Jeeves and Jeeves alone knew Alfonzo true work and served as a liaison between him and the council as he had to the others before Alonzo. Jeeves kept his cover intact telling the servants he hired on that their master was nothing more than a mysterious businessman. The forgotten lords and ladies that made up the council loved their subterfuge. Alfonzo didn’t care much for cloak and daggers and was more than happy to leave the hush hush work to Jeeves.

Before moving into the parlor he washed up. He took the time to make himself presentable to the young exotic girl. Once he was sure he was respectable and decent he pulled on a long royal blue overcoat and moved to join her in the parlor. He moved down the staircase pausing halfway down the landing to look out the large windows overlooking the square. The moon hung in the night sky swollen and bright. The stars twinkled overhead light up the vast black of space with their splendor. He reached out to touch one pressing the digits of his fingers against the glass as a sense of serene calm filled him.

“Sir?”

Alfonzo turned regarding Jeeves who stood at the foot of the staircase. Jeeves was a tall man towering over even Alfonzo. His arms and legs were long giving him the frightening appearance of a spider in some aspects. His long bony fingers were wrapped his cane which features a long windy serpent whose head was the handle. Its sapphire eyes sparkled in the night watching Alfonzo as he came down the stairs and stopped in front of the man.

“Yes Jeeves?” Alfonzo asked.

“The….” Jeeves hesitated his eyes flickering over to the parlor “Young lady is in the parlor. I understand you do not want me to tell the council about her?”

“Not yet” Alfonzo replied nodding his head “The poor woman has been through quite a fright. I think its best we find out about her and get her story before we let the council know.”

“If you say so sir” Jeeves said his tone unsure “I worry however what they might do when they find out”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it” Alfonzo said clasping the man on the shoulder before moving to the large double doors “Deliver this message when you get back I shall have more answers”

“Very well sir”

Alfonzo stepped into the parlor closing the doors behind him. The fireplace crackled casting the room in a warm glow and comfortable heat. He turned on his heel his eyes sweeping across the room before regarding the girl. Her beauty as striking as it was only served to deepen his interest in her. Who was this creature? She was created by the doctors hands… but where did she come from before?

“Missy said your wound is healing up” Alfonzo told her stepping over to the bar.

“It seems the doctor has given you a remarkable healing skill” He remarked as he poured them each a drink from the crystal decanter that sat on the bar. He filled the tumblers with red wine before taking them in his hand and going over to her.

“I am sorry we had to meet in such a way” He told her handing her the drink “The business with the doctor… well it was unpleasant and I cannot tell you how sorry I am that you got hurt. Rest assured tomorrow I will go back and try to pick up the trail. I do believe I have wounded him but whether or not the deed is done is an entirely different matter. I know it must be confusing to you since he was who essentially created you but the people I work for do not want him to continue to dig bodies up. The dead should be left alone and I am inclined to agree”

He gestured for her to sit and took his own chair across from her. He took a small sip of the wine partly to show her it was okay before setting it on the table between them.

“Now I have to ask you some questions” Alfonzo said his tone soft but firm “Nothing bad I assure you I just want to get a sense of who you are and where you came from. Let’s start with names I am Lord Alfonzo Riveria Del Luca and you are?”

 

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She didn't touch the food, not knowing much what to do with it... she'd never eaten anything before, and without a hunger to do so, merely observed it wordlessly once Missy had left her. She did however dare to lift the glass of whiskey and sniff it gently, and deciding it was of little interest as well, placed it down, gently turning her eyes toward the door. The woman had returned to her with a nervous sort of smile, and while she wanted very much to ask what was bothering her, she thought it perhaps rude or not her place to do so... so, she remained quiet, and quite obedient as Missy lead her downstairs to the parlor.

She jumped ever so slightly when the door opened, Missy unable to help a funny sort of smile. "Why, it's alright... the light is just the fire place... come along, miss, it's quite alright..." Reassured by the bemused tone the housemaid kept, she slowly entered the room, and noted quite giddily, it was quite a few degrees warmer than the rest of the house. Certainly a thousand times warmer than von Hild's cellar and laboratory. The floor, polished wooden like the rest of the home so far that wasn't decorated in lavish rugs, felt pleasant to her dainty bare feet. Missy left her alone once again, and naturally, Nine was drawn to the fire like a moth, her amber eyes alight with the wondrous flickers of the burning wood.

What an amazing day this had been... it seemed the girl learned something new every moment. The beauty of the fire was not without consequence, she reached forward to touch it and was sharply surprised when the heat grew almost unbearable. She frowned. Best not to do that again... but oh, how beautiful it is.. and warm. Her only other encounter with fire was held in terror and only a moment of that, after all she had been shot and the only home she knew, burning to the ground around her. That seemed so far away, now... and there was a certain mystifying uncertainty of what would happen to her next. She wanted to go outside, desperately, she wanted to know what people were like and what they did all day... she might have been comfortable, reading all day and working on corpses at night with the doctor but that was not written in her fate anymore. It excited her beyond explanation.

The door opened, again, and she turned her head eagerly, having nestled herself on an ottoman as close as comfortable next to the fireplace, unable to help the wide smile upon soft pink lips. He was almost like a fairy tale she decided, now that she could see him clearly, and of course without the look of determination to kill her creator on his face. It wasn't funny but she couldn't help but to feel a giddy rush of delight behind that thought... and, surprisingly, no sorrow-filled thoughts when imaging what had happened to her Master. He was not kindly, nor was he warm... he was cruel to her, even if the only human being she knew. She found she feared him, and feared being alone more than anything.. but he was no longer here, and yet, she was not alone.

"Oh... yes... the pain is gone. Would you like to see?" Naivety made it not in the slightest odd for her to gently draw down the slightly too large sleeve of her night gown to expose the smooth, creamy caramel skin beneath, entirely unblemished. She gently readjusted her sleeve, and nodded. "It was quite painful... perhaps the worst, but they never last. The Master learned that after quite a many studies."

Ever attentive she watched Alfonzo speak, her eyes drawn to his lips and how he formed the words, detecting the slightest hint of abnormality. He did not sound like she did, while he did sound proper and quite strong and... genuine in his concern. She wasn't accustom to it, and so, she was perhaps overly fascinated, slowly moving to stand and approach him as if mesmerized. The youth it seemed of her mind was shown in how everything seemed impossibly new, and how quickly she learned a medical marvel in itself... someone, somewhere in the world would lust after having such an experiment to study, and it would surely be a frantic, dark day, when someone realized just what was hiding beneath the Lord's roof.

"You wish to kill the Doctor... why?" Innocence vibrated in the soft, sweet voice of the young woman... but again, not terribly much concern. "He is cruel, at times... but I believe he means well. Is it a terrible thing he does? I don't much enjoy... helping with the work."

She grew tired of the articulate, gruesome task of playing seamstress with cold, dead flesh. She took a seat, and found herself soon joined by Alfonzo, taking the glass gently and watching him draw a sip from the cup. She did the same ever so slowly, the expression of pleasant surprise striking her, and she drew the glass from her lips quickly. "How odd! ...It's delightful!" She laughed aloud, and took another, much larger sip this time before her attention reverted, back to the handsome face of the stranger who had taken her from von Hild's estate. She listened as he spoke, and found herself slowly trying to process exactly what it was he wished to know of her. How frustrating it would be, to find her answers bizarrely limited... but never the less, she tried, and nodded gently as he introduced himself.

"I am called Nine... that is what the Master called me, though, not very often... There were eight before me. My brothers were fearful, and mostly, short lived... and a few, the Master took away, and they did never return." She slowly lowered the glass to her lap. "I'd much rather like.. to be called something else. Something beautiful perhaps, like the poets name the women they love. Is that possible, my Lord?"

 

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Alfonzo watched her his eyes studying her every move and act. There was something… naive in the way she reacted to the world. It seemed whatever process brought her back did not bring back her own memories and instincts. He noted her food was untouched as well and made a mental note to ask her if she even needed to eat. This of course brought only more questions. If she didn’t need to eat did she go to the bathroom? Or did she need to breathe? She did seem to be breathing in and out but was it only for show?
She really was beautiful he thought to himself as she exposed her shoulder to him. The smooth creamy skin was just begging to be touched, to be licked and possibly more unseemly things. He wasn’t usually a man of such lewd thoughts yet he couldn’t seem to help himself with the mysterious creature. The thought of what she might or might not be was only secondary to him.
So engrossed in her he almost missed her words about wounds not staying long on her skin. So she possessed rapid healing abilities? Like the Lycan in the underground? Was she part Lycan then? It would make sense given she seemed very much NOT undead. He made another mental note to himself this time to bring her down to the underground to see if anyone knew her.
“I’m afraid the doctor must be found and taken care of” He told her in response to her queries “The man has broken several laws and his actions are considered to be taboo and evil in the eyes of many I will do everything to make it quick and painless but he will die”
He noted that she didn’t seem to perturbed by his words and sighed in relief. His worry was that the young woman would be upset or to attached to the doctor to allow Alfonzo to finish his work. If that had been the case things might have gotten… messy. He wished to remain in the girls favor for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of. Did he hope something would happen between the two? He couldn’t quite say.
Thankfully she took a sip of her glass and seconds late exclaimed her delight at the wine. The tension broken he laughed and nodded at her before taking his own sip. It would seem she really was new to many a thing! He thought chuckling to himself. Her naïve viewpoint was refreshing to him and his mind began to kick into over drive as he thought of the many placed he could take her. For the man who was used to operating and living in darkness she was much like an open flame to his soul. A balm and warmth he couldn’t quite get enough of.
“You don’t have a name except for nine?” He said his tone one of genuine concern “Well that wont do at all the least the doctor could have done is give you a name”
He shook his head his disgust at the doctor as plain as day on his face. He rose walking over to the small section of books in the parlor and running his fingers against the spines. He searched for several seconds before he finally pulled out a small leather bound red book. He pulled out a small brown as well and came over to her.

“Here” He said placing both of the books down in front of her “A book of poems and a book about the meaning of different names since you do not have a name it seems fitting you get to choose your own”

He sat back down letting her look over the books for several minutes before speaking.

“Now I have a few more question” He told her his voice soft and warm “I wish to help you and in order to do that it would be helpful to know what you know. It seems you do not have much of your memory but I am certain you are of a supernatural nature”

“Supernatural” He explained leaning in dropping his voice to a whisper “Meaning that you possess abilities that the normal human does not. Evidence points to you perhaps being a Lycan or some other half human half creature. Your healing abilities are on par with the ones I have seen. However, this is just a theory and so I want to explore other options. Do you remember how you came to be? Do you remember anything of your past before the doctor? Your body does not look mismatched so I do not think you are several things stitched into one. Of course, I haven’t seen your body in its entirety so….”

He trailed off a blush forming on his cheek. The realization of what he had said hit him. He coughed and leaned back the blush deepening on his cheek as he hurriedly picked up his wine and took a large sip.

“You’ll ah have to forgive me” He told her chuckling “You are unlike anything I have ever seen. I find myself fascinated with you and in my haste to learn more I am afraid I might have been a bit more forward with you than I should be”

 

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She was attentive and courteous... she studied this unusual, ever so captivating being with intensity as he moved about the room and kindly gathered for her a pair of books before presenting them to her. Something lit up those beautiful amber eyes as she took the smaller of the two, the poetry book, and idly scanned the pages... she was vaguely familiar with the works of John Keats. Her eyes scanned the passage in its familiarity, finding a certain name in particular which appeared several times--the object of utmost affection in it, she who conjured the swells of love in the words woven across the paper.

"Love, Isabel!” said he, “I was in pain
“Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow:
“Ah! what if I should lose thee, when so fain
“I am to stifle all the heavy sorrow.”

“Of a poor three hours’ absence? but we’ll gain
“Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow.
“Good bye! I’ll soon be back.”—“Good bye!” said she:—
And as he went she chanted merrily.”

She glanced up as Alfonzo addressed her, drawing her mind from the poetry as she decided what it was she wished to be called. It was simple and sweet, and she was eager to test it on her lips, though... some part of her felt she would be far more fond to hear the name upon the enchanting tongue of the exotic Spainard who had somehow gone from assassin to savior as it would seem.

"I wish to help you and in order to do that it would be helpful to know what you know. It seems you do not have much of your memory but I am certain you are of a supernatural nature." She nodded eagerly, wishing very much so to be of some assistance to him... it was the least she could do, after all. Where would she be now if Alfonzo hadn't rescued her from the burning building in his pursuit of her maker? She might have endured the flames, and woken renewed among the rubble and ash more than likely naked and afraid--and of course, should the authorities notice that somehow she had survived the fire, there would be the pandemonium of being discovered by the frantic, fearful and God-fearing citizens of Victorian London, "Meaning that you possess abilities that the normal human does not. Evidence points to you perhaps being a Lycan or some other half human half creature. Your healing abilities are on par with the ones I have seen. However, this is just a theory and so I want to explore other options. Do you remember how you came to be? Do you remember anything of your past before the doctor? Your body does not look mismatched so I do not think you are several things stitched into one. Of course, I haven’t seen your body in its entirety so…"

Her mind had gone haywire almost as she attempted to recollect a time before her rebirth... it was one thing to recall from the memory of a dead brain reanimated, but one completely reconstructed from seemingly nothingness? There was nothing she could reach in her mind beyond the first icy gasp of water she took when life was renewed to her. It was far more likely the Doctor had decided to over-look those fine details, because of the heinous acts he committed to make such a miraculous creation live again... he not only crossed the boundaries of perversion in science, he played God, and defiled the sanctity of Death itself. It was necromancy, and perhaps some manner of alchemy which brought Isabel back from the afterlife in the form of a fully matured young woman... there was no other explanation. Her mind leapt from one topic to the next as Alfonzo spoke however, and ever eager to please she thought nothing of rising to her feet. "I only remember the Master's work space... there... isn't anything before it. He is the only being I have ever known--do you... need to see my body? I dare not think I am like my brothers... though, I don't know for certain. The pain is only ever temporary... the wounds seal as if they were never there."

Those silken tones trailed off, naivety in its finest how little she thought of disrobing before Alfonzo. A renewed sense of curiosity reflected on her gaze as she let the loose sleeping gown slide down her shoulders and pool at her feet, with only the long, waist length dark spiral curls offering the slightest bit of modesty flowing over her bare breasts. The air was warm, and quite delightful upon her now entirely nude body, and her arms rested gently at her side as her gaze dropped down to examine herself, fingertips brushing over her flat abdomen. "I believe I am whole... do you think so, Lord?"

 

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"I believe I am whole... do you think so, Lord?"

Alfonzo choked on his wine. His eyes flew up taking in the sight of the girl naked and on display in front of him. He set his wine down coughing and shaking his head from side to side as his eyes ran over the girls form.

“She truly knows nothing of society’s rules” He thought to himself as he rose out of his chair. His tongue flicked out running over his bottom lip and toying with it as he took her in. She truly was a breathtaking creature a woman who would be considered a true prize in society. His cock throbbed inside of his pants his balls tightening at the thought of what he could show her in bed.

With great restraint, he gathered her nightgown off of the floor. He moved getting close enough that their chest could almost touch. Heated radiated off of his body as he brought the garment up and began to help her put it back on.

“I believe so as well” He said his tone hoarse with desire as he slid the nightgown back down over her body “However I believe its best we keep you covered…. For now at least”

Once her shirt was back on he reluctantly stepped away. He turned hiding half of his body and trying to pat down his throbbing hard on. His long hard cock was practically jumping at the chance to be with such a creature!

“Now then” He said clearing his throat “I have a few more questions for you then afterward we will discuss your next options”

“I noticed you haven’t touched your food yet” He remarked pointing at the platter left untouched on the tray “Do you eat? Have you ever felt the need to? What can you tell me about your abilities?”

He winced realizing he was all but interrogating the young women. He reached up rubbing his temples and leaning back into the soft armchair. He mentally took a step back shelving his questions for now and instead focusing on the young girls and her perceived needs.

“I’m sorry” He said softly “I don’t mean to be so aggressive with my questions….. How about we go for a walk? The doctor didn’t seem to let you out much. Would you prefer to do that?”

 

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A youthful mirth glowed in the girl's honey-colored eyes, not taking notice of the embarrassment or sheepish way Alfonzo responded to a bare female body on full display before him. He came close however and retrieved her gown from the floor, sliding it with care back onto her shoulders, and she merely nodded her head gently as he told her it would be best she keep it on for now. She gently shifted the long spiral locks from beneath the material, allowing them to cascade over her shoulders and down her back once more.

"Yes my Lord... and oh... these things, I wasn't certain what to do with them." The doctor never ate, and he never brought her food, and it was just as bothersome to know that perhaps the only thing she had ever tasted before wine was blood. He once employed a sort of 'orderly' when she was first born who helped 'control' her predecessors one-through-eight by means of violence and intimidation... his tactics did not fare well in Isabel's favor. She barely remembered biting into the man's throat and tearing the jugular vein out... she had been only days old back then, and very much like a feral creature crossed with a newborn babe.

She plucked a grape from the plate to inspect gleefully, bringing it up to the light to exam before sliding it before her nose, her attention drawn back to Alfonzo. Her smile grew wider as he asked her an array of questions, not quite following him as he went from curiosity to curiosity. She'd never eaten and did not feel hungry... it seemed more so that her very being had been resurrected and perpetually trapped in her late teenage years. She did not age and her injuries would seal themselves right up... it was to be speculated that the doctor might have done the forbidden sorcery of necromancy with her remains submerged in waters from the Fountain of Youth, but of course, if he had survived the fire and bullet he would be halfway across Europe now and very difficult to locate. Surely Alfonzo would be hearing from someone regarding the unusual young woman who had all but stumbled into his care, whether sooner or later was yet to be known and whether the had the kindest intentions for Isabel was yet to be said.

Her expression melted into something akin surprise and delight as the conversation carried, and he thought it best to take things at a slightly slower pace... he offered her something she had yet to experience. He wanted to go for a walk. "You mean... out there? I'm allowed to go out?" She pointed to the window, and looked out beyond at the stars dazzling in a rare clear night sky over London. "I've never been... the Master forbid it. But if my Lord does not mind.. I would like dearly to see what is out there."