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And now, let's turn of those lights and hopefully give you all a spooky fun read.
Lance never wanted to say he was jealous over the original Frankenstein monster because he wasn't, not in that sense at least. He hated how all the wannabe Doctor Frankenstein had rushed to create their own new life, to try and beat the original but never understanding that the original would forever be best due to being the first of it's kind.
Everyone and everything evolves with time.
It leaves only the original, the very first, to be something stunning because it held nothing else alike to it.
Lance wanted to be a first, to be one of an kind with copycats based on him years later. To be something new and breath taking. To be something that is feared due to no one knowing over it until now.
To be the unknown before it's studied enough to be known.
But that would never happen.
He was simply another copycat invented by someone who had admired Doctor Frankenstein greatly and hoped to create their own perfected monster.
Not thinking over the after affect like always and leaving Lance to survive on his own. To stay away from those who'd hunt him down or study him up close and personal without his consent. Lance was alive, even if him and all his limbs had once been dead.
Lance just wanted to live, to enjoy his second chance forcefully given to him.
He knew he's out lived the human who had selfishly created him, having left him nothing to help with his survival either. It meant Lance had to deal with life and all the bumps in the road by himself.
Thankfully he's found himself a rather talented doctor who he could always count on to care for him when he needed any form of treatment.
Her name was Pidge and she was an vampire.
She was a little scary, truthfully very frightening.
Smart, sassy and powerful.
She knew what she wanted in life and she knew she had to work to gain it.
No one was ever going to kick her down in life since she'd break each and every one of their bones if they ever tried it.
Pidge was born short, turned in her mid teens but she was an wise and intelligence vampire over an hundred years old.
Her tiny frame and her young face often made others treat her like an foolish child or see her as weaker. All but Lance. He knew she was strong and one of the best adults in the world.
She never judged him, not for what he was at least and he was going to give her the same respect over seeing her as she truly was on the inside instead of her appearance.
And like always when Lance finds that one of his limbs have fallen off from the rest of his body, he heads to his favourite monsters place. Knowing he'd be welcomed at any hour of the day or night. Though he had to fully content to understanding the threats directed towards his life if he did wake her up.
