Lisa and her frankenstein

1. The first telephones

(POV the creature)

"Death is temporary. I'll love you... Forever"

Those were the words written on the paper she gave me. Her last message to me before the flames saved her from the horrors that would have awaited her on death row.

Those were the last words before I was brought back to my time.

But this time. I brought company.

"The love of my life might smell like freshly prepared döner, but there must be a way to get her back to life!" The creature exclaimed, walking back and forth in the lab of his friend.

"Only with the right weather conditions, Florence. Like I said four times by now." Arthur muttered while going through his forbidden notes.

Arthur is Florence best friend since the early ages of their existence. They both were outcasts among the peers, but for different reasons. Arthur was into science. However he lives in an era where one invention gets born after the other, most people are still sceptical when it comes to science. Especially when it comes to the branch that's playing with death. Florence, on the other hand, is the total opposite. The gentleman is a true literature whore. Whenever he can, he will take his book with him to his favourite bench outside and stays there till no source of light can illuminate his page.

"How long will I have to wait for a effin' storm!", Florence bursts out of the door and storms off the grave-blue steps right on his way home.

Florence is a victorian man from a family with old money. And not even a bit. As only heir, he received the enormous mansion at a very young age. The romantic looking building is surrounded by a partly evergreen forrest. So even during winter the contrast between the dark green pines and the almost white mansion is simply stunning. The interior isn't even mentioned yet! But despite the good fortune in the game, the love was horribly lacking. Growing up alone must be hell for a hopeless romantic.

He shrugs while entering his casual little palace. He looks in the mirror. Tears roll off his tender pale cheeks. Eyes red of agony and powerlessness. "Why could she do this to me!", trembles out of his fragile throat. He moves on to his prodigious library but before he could reach any book, the telephone rang.

There is literally only one person he knows that CAN call him.

"Hi Florence? So I've got some information from the meteorologist and apparently there is a big chance that there will be a storm passing over our area THIS FRIDAY!!"

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Note to reader(s)

• Thank you so much for giving my fanfic a shot! It's only the prologue, so that's also why it's maybe a bit short and passive haha
• I want you to know that English is not my mother language and that this fanfic is my first attempt on writing.
• As I said in the previous bulletin, I'm very new in writing. So every form of advice is welcome!
• Let me know if you like the story! I'm having a main storyline in mind, but your suggestions are always welcome! 😊