Forsaken [Penny Dreadful Fanfiction || Victor Frankenstein]

Chapter Three - Brutality

I am so sorry for the delay between chapter two and three. I've been having some issues. Luckily they've been resolved and I should be back to a somewhat normal schedule. I'll likely be updating once a week, if not early than that. Even so, please be patient with me as I get back into the swing of things!

I'd also like to do something different and special for this chapter. I'd like to dedicate it to a lovely person by the username of DTDerpy . Thank you so much for all of the comments and support you've given this story. I look forward to seeing all of your activity on this book. Thank you so much. I love seeing your username pop up in my notifications. ♥︎

Alright! Let the show go on!

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Weeks had passed since the trouble at Mr. Lyle's party and the bloody event with Victor. In the many hours, minutes, and seconds that passed, not once had Alice's mind been blank. Not once had she nothing to think of. If she wasn't thinking of Victor, she was thinking of what had happened the night she met Madame Kali. No one had told her what went down - Sir Malcolm refused to look at her.

Alice sat quietly in her room, watching the flame atop a skinny, cream-coloured candle dance lightly in an invisible wind. Lines of old wax hung from the candle and its gold holder. She scraped at the soft material with her short, manicured nail and sighed. Everything was silent - no one in the rest of the building was awake. Alice had always considered herself a night owl.

Suddenly, all of the candles in the room flickered violently in unison. Then, they all went out as if blown out by invisible people. Alice stood, knocking her chair back. It clattered loudly to the floor but she paid no attention. For, in front of her was her father. Or so she assumed that's who that man was. It was as if she was looking in a mirror. She was able to recognize him from her childhood.

"Father?" Alice called out weakly.

He acknowledged her, which made her shudder. "Alice..." He rushed forward and crushed her in a hug. "Oh, my daughter. How I've missed you, so."

Alice hugged her father tightly. "I-I thought you were dead?"

"Indeed... I may as well be."

The woman stumbled back, wrenching herself from her father's arms. "How can you stand in front of me?"

"I do not have time to explain. The beasts that feed at night are near. And they are hungry." Her father flinched at a noise only he could hear. "You must help me. Save me."

"H-how do I do that? I don't know where you are!"

"Calm down, my child." He stroked her long hair and she felt herself relaxing. "I am close by. I always have been. Please, save me."

With that, everything returned normal. The candles reignited themselves as if never blown out. Her father was gone. Alice collapsed to her knees and sobbed loudly. What kind of cruel joke was this? She was sure Sir Malcolm and Miss Ives would request to know of any odd occurrences. Even if this wasn't related to their end goal at all, she would have to tell them.

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Once again, Alice had been summoned to Sir Malcolm's mansion. She was getting annoyed with the whole "need-to-know" basis and planned on asking, no, demanding what her services were being used for. She had a feeling that things were about to get rocky. Alice willed herself up on the ride over - Miss Ives had sent a carriage - but still felt a stone in her stomach, dragging her down.