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Today's Halloween Story
Today's story is one of my own. It is a sequel of sorts to Frankenstein. The story is slash though not terribly graphic. I do hope you enjoy it.
Title: Playing God
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Fictional character slash (Frankenstein)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but Karl. I believe the book is in the public domain.
Warnings: Death and angst.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Victor Frankenstein/OCM
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This was a dream, literally. I woke up with the tale fully told in a dream. I had NO choice but to write it. // indicates Robert’s letter. [] indicates Victor’s words.
Spoilers: For the end of Frankenstein perhaps.
Summary: The sea captain tells the real story of why Frankenstein wanted to play God.
~~~
PLAYING GOD
Margaret Seville was surprised at the letter she found in the bottom of her brother Robert’s sea chest. It was addressed to her. She sat on the bed an opened it. She began to read.
*
//My dearest sister,
There is one part of Victor Frankenstein’s tale that I could not send to you. It was too scandalous and I hesitate to send it now but I feel that you should know the whole story. I will set it down in his own words. Let me warn you that it is disturbing in nature. I thought about changing it or editing it but have decided that you are a married woman of the world and perhaps this will not shock you as badly as I think.
Here it is:
[I went away to the university in Germany full of fire and excitement. I would learn so much there. I was saddened by my mother’s death, but determined to make Father and Elizabeth proud of me. I was also saddened to leave Henry behind. He was my best friend and had introduced me to the finer things in life, wine, women and song. And love.
Henry taught me about love for another man.
When I went away to school, I thought to give that up, to live more… decently in Germany.
That was before I met the man who set my life on its disastrous course.
I shall simply call him Karl. He still has family in prominent positions in Germany and I would not hurt them or his dear memory with my own sordidness.
Karl was my roommate. He was beautiful to look at, and more beautiful to know. He was German and in medical school too. But he was a poet at heart. He reminded me so much of my own best friend, Henry.
We became inseparable, spending both class and free time together as much as we could. I would read from our anatomy texts to him and he would read poetry to me. It took me some time to realize that he read love poetry to me.
Being a healthy young man, my mind automatically thought about the kisses and caresses that Henry and I had shared. I wondered if Karl were so inclined too. I found myself wanting to kiss his lips. But I said nothing.
As the semester went on, we both became very absorbed in our studies and thoughts of kisses faded somewhat into the background. That changed somewhat oddly. Our residence was cold, very cold. The landlord did not provide the adequate amount of wood to keep our fireplaces going, so we were reduced to having a fire in only one room and then only while we studied.
We finally decided that perhaps we should sleep in the room we studied in too so we chose my room. Karl dragged a cot into the room to sleep on.
Things were going rather well. I was making progress in my studies. I lied when I said I had the idea to learn the secret to creating life when I came to the university. I wanted to cure disease and I poured myself into the pursuit of that goal. Karl was not doing as well as I was but he was still doing well.
He had a fiancé. Her name was Rose. I will not mention her last name but she lived in Ingolstadt. Her father was a professor at the university and Karl often had dinner at her house. They planned to marry when he finished at the university. He would hang his shingle in Ingolstadt and they would start a family.
All that changed one cold winter night when Karl shaking me gently awakened me. His teeth were chattering and I realized that it was obscenely cold in the room.
“Victor, let me in your bed. I’m freezing!”
I did, pulling back the covers to allow him to get in. Soon, we were both asleep. The winter was bitterly cold and Karl stayed in my bed. It might have stayed innocent if I hadn’t awakened when he rolled against me and pressed his penis against my hip. The wonderful feelings I had with Henry came flooding back to me. I ran my hand down his arm. It was muscular beneath his nightshirt.
I turned over and forced myself to go to sleep again.
But the seeds were sewn and I could not get him off of my mind. I lay awake nights wondering how it felt to kiss him, if he was as skilled as Henry was. I wondered if his father had taken him to visit one of the ladies of the evening as mine had. I wondered if he had kissed the voluptuous Rose. But I could not ask him. It just wasn’t seemly.
I dreamed I was with Henry, who was kissing me hungrily as his hands explored me like they never had before. I could feel myself blushing furiously. When I opened my eyes, Karl lay atop me and was kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth over and over. I didn’t even give a token struggle. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kisses only to realize that he was asleep too.
Or he was at first.
When he opened his eyes, they widened and he tried to pull away from me. I held on tight.
“It’s all right, Karl. I like it.”
He rolled off of me. “Are you crazy?”
“You were kissing me, Karl,” I pointed out to him.
“I was kissing…” He sat up and put his hands over his face. “Damn it all, I didn’t mean for this to ever happen again.”
My heart pounded. I reached my hand out and touched his arm. “What, Karl?”
“I… am attracted to those of my own… kind. I promised my father that I would not get attached to another classmate.”
I said nothing, not sure what to say to him. He turned back to look at me. I was still lying in the bed.
“Are you repulsed by me?”
What was I to say? I wanted his arms around me, wanted his lips to touch mine. I sat up and reached for him. He made such sweet sounds as he surrendered himself to me. I knew I wanted him in my arms for as long as I could have him.
He was wracked with guilt. He came back to my bed every night but daylight brought shame to him. I could do nothing to make him feel different, nothing but walk away and that seemed to be the one option that I could not take.
We went on until one day after the holidays when there were no classes and we were in our little apartment. I had convinced Karl to come to bed in the middle of the afternoon. I lay between his thighs when Rose walked in. She dropped whatever she carried, screamed and ran. Karl jumped up, dressed and ran after her.
It was the last time I saw him alive.
Karl hanged himself in the campus rose garden among the dormant roses. I was there when they cut him down from the tree branch. I screamed at God. How could he take the ones I loved from me? I decided that I would fool God at his own game this time. I would learn to create life from death and beat him at his own game.
I poured myself into my studies and I found the answers I sought. No one else would ever be taken from me.
I soon learned what the penalty was for playing God when I created the creature, the angel of hell who took everyone else that had ever loved away from me one by one.
That, Captain Walton, is why I chase him. God has one more monster to kill before it is done.
Me.]
Thus ends the tale. This is the part that he did not tell me until the last day. I am no lover of men but his story tore at my heart nonetheless.
My account of the monster and his leaving you have already read, no doubt. You have no idea what a wretched thing he was, dear Margaret. Pray God no one else ever has any idea.
God be with you, my sister.
Regards,
Robert//
She held the crumpled letter to her heart, tears in her eyes for the poor souls who had loved Victor Frankenstein.
~end~
Title: Playing God
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Fictional character slash (Frankenstein)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but Karl. I believe the book is in the public domain.
Warnings: Death and angst.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Victor Frankenstein/OCM
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This was a dream, literally. I woke up with the tale fully told in a dream. I had NO choice but to write it. // indicates Robert’s letter. [] indicates Victor’s words.
Spoilers: For the end of Frankenstein perhaps.
Summary: The sea captain tells the real story of why Frankenstein wanted to play God.
~~~
PLAYING GOD
Margaret Seville was surprised at the letter she found in the bottom of her brother Robert’s sea chest. It was addressed to her. She sat on the bed an opened it. She began to read.
*
//My dearest sister,
There is one part of Victor Frankenstein’s tale that I could not send to you. It was too scandalous and I hesitate to send it now but I feel that you should know the whole story. I will set it down in his own words. Let me warn you that it is disturbing in nature. I thought about changing it or editing it but have decided that you are a married woman of the world and perhaps this will not shock you as badly as I think.
Here it is:
[I went away to the university in Germany full of fire and excitement. I would learn so much there. I was saddened by my mother’s death, but determined to make Father and Elizabeth proud of me. I was also saddened to leave Henry behind. He was my best friend and had introduced me to the finer things in life, wine, women and song. And love.
Henry taught me about love for another man.
When I went away to school, I thought to give that up, to live more… decently in Germany.
That was before I met the man who set my life on its disastrous course.
I shall simply call him Karl. He still has family in prominent positions in Germany and I would not hurt them or his dear memory with my own sordidness.
Karl was my roommate. He was beautiful to look at, and more beautiful to know. He was German and in medical school too. But he was a poet at heart. He reminded me so much of my own best friend, Henry.
We became inseparable, spending both class and free time together as much as we could. I would read from our anatomy texts to him and he would read poetry to me. It took me some time to realize that he read love poetry to me.
Being a healthy young man, my mind automatically thought about the kisses and caresses that Henry and I had shared. I wondered if Karl were so inclined too. I found myself wanting to kiss his lips. But I said nothing.
As the semester went on, we both became very absorbed in our studies and thoughts of kisses faded somewhat into the background. That changed somewhat oddly. Our residence was cold, very cold. The landlord did not provide the adequate amount of wood to keep our fireplaces going, so we were reduced to having a fire in only one room and then only while we studied.
We finally decided that perhaps we should sleep in the room we studied in too so we chose my room. Karl dragged a cot into the room to sleep on.
Things were going rather well. I was making progress in my studies. I lied when I said I had the idea to learn the secret to creating life when I came to the university. I wanted to cure disease and I poured myself into the pursuit of that goal. Karl was not doing as well as I was but he was still doing well.
He had a fiancé. Her name was Rose. I will not mention her last name but she lived in Ingolstadt. Her father was a professor at the university and Karl often had dinner at her house. They planned to marry when he finished at the university. He would hang his shingle in Ingolstadt and they would start a family.
All that changed one cold winter night when Karl shaking me gently awakened me. His teeth were chattering and I realized that it was obscenely cold in the room.
“Victor, let me in your bed. I’m freezing!”
I did, pulling back the covers to allow him to get in. Soon, we were both asleep. The winter was bitterly cold and Karl stayed in my bed. It might have stayed innocent if I hadn’t awakened when he rolled against me and pressed his penis against my hip. The wonderful feelings I had with Henry came flooding back to me. I ran my hand down his arm. It was muscular beneath his nightshirt.
I turned over and forced myself to go to sleep again.
But the seeds were sewn and I could not get him off of my mind. I lay awake nights wondering how it felt to kiss him, if he was as skilled as Henry was. I wondered if his father had taken him to visit one of the ladies of the evening as mine had. I wondered if he had kissed the voluptuous Rose. But I could not ask him. It just wasn’t seemly.
I dreamed I was with Henry, who was kissing me hungrily as his hands explored me like they never had before. I could feel myself blushing furiously. When I opened my eyes, Karl lay atop me and was kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth over and over. I didn’t even give a token struggle. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kisses only to realize that he was asleep too.
Or he was at first.
When he opened his eyes, they widened and he tried to pull away from me. I held on tight.
“It’s all right, Karl. I like it.”
He rolled off of me. “Are you crazy?”
“You were kissing me, Karl,” I pointed out to him.
“I was kissing…” He sat up and put his hands over his face. “Damn it all, I didn’t mean for this to ever happen again.”
My heart pounded. I reached my hand out and touched his arm. “What, Karl?”
“I… am attracted to those of my own… kind. I promised my father that I would not get attached to another classmate.”
I said nothing, not sure what to say to him. He turned back to look at me. I was still lying in the bed.
“Are you repulsed by me?”
What was I to say? I wanted his arms around me, wanted his lips to touch mine. I sat up and reached for him. He made such sweet sounds as he surrendered himself to me. I knew I wanted him in my arms for as long as I could have him.
He was wracked with guilt. He came back to my bed every night but daylight brought shame to him. I could do nothing to make him feel different, nothing but walk away and that seemed to be the one option that I could not take.
We went on until one day after the holidays when there were no classes and we were in our little apartment. I had convinced Karl to come to bed in the middle of the afternoon. I lay between his thighs when Rose walked in. She dropped whatever she carried, screamed and ran. Karl jumped up, dressed and ran after her.
It was the last time I saw him alive.
Karl hanged himself in the campus rose garden among the dormant roses. I was there when they cut him down from the tree branch. I screamed at God. How could he take the ones I loved from me? I decided that I would fool God at his own game this time. I would learn to create life from death and beat him at his own game.
I poured myself into my studies and I found the answers I sought. No one else would ever be taken from me.
I soon learned what the penalty was for playing God when I created the creature, the angel of hell who took everyone else that had ever loved away from me one by one.
That, Captain Walton, is why I chase him. God has one more monster to kill before it is done.
Me.]
Thus ends the tale. This is the part that he did not tell me until the last day. I am no lover of men but his story tore at my heart nonetheless.
My account of the monster and his leaving you have already read, no doubt. You have no idea what a wretched thing he was, dear Margaret. Pray God no one else ever has any idea.
God be with you, my sister.
Regards,
Robert//
She held the crumpled letter to her heart, tears in her eyes for the poor souls who had loved Victor Frankenstein.
~end~