Torture. Thats what the last 18 years of existence were for him. Torture, from humanity, from his maker, from mother earth herself. They all mocked the undead monster he became. Until finally, one day.. Victor decided to due him a kindness.

His companion was a woman. Young, made from the same age of parts he was (Victor made sure no reproductive organs were inserted), and a less maimed brain. The Creature had waited, many months watching his love be completed.

Victor was still a cruel man, resorting to reading - The Creature contemplated how to greet you once you sprung to live, but the moment you did they all were lost to him.

It was more violent then he remembered, lightning, the scent of burning flesh... and once more, victors abandonment in guilt he'd created another.

You stirred that night, and opened your eyes to him looming over you, tears dropping onto your face. "H--ello." He grunted brokenly, fingers shakily touching your face.

"You are my companion," he whispered with to much effort, speech still not coming easy to him. "My love."