Scorpion's touch

Revival

~Time skip to next day~

"Ivy!" Sir Malcom yelled. She dashed down the stairs and ran into the drawing room to find him looking in horror at me. I was about a metre off the ground and rotating in slow circles before I collapsed onto the floor. Ivy hurriedly picked me up before putting me on the chaise lounge.  She ran off, making some tea to put beside me. As she turned round to place the teacup on the table, I began to speak involuntarily "To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn't it. Yes. The latitude of the perfect woman. The languid ease. Mmm. Anaemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten. There is a brisk trade for photographs of dead women, did you know that? They are made up and then put in poses of absolute surrender. Men circulate the pictures and pleasure themselves. Such exquisiteness." I closed my eyes, smiling. "Vanessa?" Ivy asked tapping my face gently with two fingers. "Can you hear me?"
"Of course." I replied.
"You went into a spell or a fit of a kind unlike previous."
"Did I?" I asked lazily.
"Vanessa. Please. There isn't anyone else here who understands what's going on don't do this now." Ivy begged. "How arresting." I said simply.
"It was not natural. Do you remember?"
"Who dressed me?" I asked.
"I did." She replied.
"We used to try to track Sir Malcom's progress on the map in the solarium. Then he said he was going terra incognito. There was such adventure in those words. Did you have good adventures father?" I asked.
"Mina?" Ivy questioned.
"No." I shook my head. "Someone. And how mother wept. You loathed her. Unlike those other women. She wept and wept because she missed you and bit into her pillow so we wouldn't hear her. Then she turned to laudanum to sleep at all. Poor thing." I giggled. "Tell me about all the other women. Tell me about Miss Ives."
"Stop this Vanessa!" Ivy yelled.
"Oh it's that face is it?" I asked teasingly. "The face to scare others into obeying. But we were talking about the women. The whores in Zanzibar when you landed and the native women. They enjoyed you pulling at them or at least you convinced yourself they did. Then Peter fucked them to prove he was a man. He didn't enjoy it but he would do anything for you. Father and son fucking the Masai." The teacup shook and shattered. "Vanessa! Stop this right now! I'm not Sir Malcom!" Ivy screamed, grabbing my arms. Bookshelves crashed to the floor, spilling their contents absolutely everywhere. Fronts of cabinets smashed sending fragments of glass skittering across the room. "What's going on?!" Sembene yelled rushing in. He took a moment to survey the wreckage before walking calmly up to me, the slapping me hard across the face twice. My mouth filled with the metallic tang of blood and everything went black...

I woke up in Ivy's bed with her by my side. Frankenstein and Sir Malcom were stood by the door. "Victor is going to examine you if that's ok." Ivy said, biting her lip. "Yes. That's fine." I answered.
"Sir Malcom, if you could leave." Victor said. "Why?" Sir Malcom questioned.
"I think he fears for my modesty." I laughed. Sir Malcom left the room but Victor did not make any comment about Ivy being here and let her stay. "If you could remove your blouse for me we can begin." Victor spoke. I obliged, quickly unbuttoning it. He removed his stethoscope from his brown bag and placed it against my chest. "It's cold." I remarked, wiggling slightly. "Yes. I always forget at the start." Victor smiled.
"You have very clean hands." I said suddenly. "Do you value cleanliness?" I asked. "Well yes I suppose I do." Victor replied. "That's why you're a virgin. Or maybe not." I lunged out and playfully snapped at his fingers with an erotic expression on my face. Victor straightened up. "Everything seems to be ok other than that." He said before  leaving the room. I stayed in bed whilst Ivy followed Victor.

~Ivy's point of view~

I left the room with Victor, not speaking until we reached the drawing room where Sir Malcom resided. "It seems to be something of a psycho sexual nature. Has she had any sexual traumas in her past? Has she done anything that could revive any memories?" Victor asked, turning to me. "Yes. There was one trauma." I answered. "We didn't do anything last night if that's what you mean by something that could revive memories."
"Ok. Well all we can do for now is wait I'm afraid." He said grimly. Without warning screams echoed from above. I ran upstairs. Vanessa was in her own room, crouched on the floor by her bed. Though we had fixed everything up again after the attack, the room was in shambles. Vanessa was wearing a frightened expression. I walked slowly towards her. "Vanessa?" I asked. She didn't reply she just kept staring at the same spot on her wall. "Vanessa answer me please." I begged. She opened her mouth and let out a long, bloodcurdling scream. "Vanessa please!" I cried helplessly. She did not move. I sat down in the corner and watched her. She stayed sat by her bed, shooting me wary glances every now and then. When she fell asleep I picked her up and laid her on her bed before pulling her covers up. I gently brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat in a chair by her bed, not sleeping or leaving. Vanessa was pale and bruised. Every so often she would wake up and scream. It was at those times when Sir Malcom, Victor and I were all in the same room together. Other than that it was only me in Vanessa's room.