You saved your friend John's life.

The two of you had spent the summer together in Geneva in a rich Villa...And although it sounded wonderful it was anything but. He was the personal physician to Lord Byron, the famous poet renting the villa. He took the job hoping to expanding his writing as well as provide medical help but he was ridiculed at ever turn.

Byron and his other poet friends mocked his short stories, his Italian last name,made fun of his poetry and his crush on you...Gave him mean nicknames and embarrassed him...He was a great big punching bag all summer...He got in frequent fights with the other men and even broke his ankle on top of all that trying to help you up a slippery porch trying to be a gentleman.

You were the only one in the house who was kind to him...Read his writing. Gave him genuine compliments and critique, asked him for medical advice for your headaches, went on walks with him, brought him ice for his swollen ankle, talked with him about philosophy and literature...

You two were the real victims of the house...You were going through your own personal issues with your beau Percy who was growing colder and more unpredictable by the day...So you and John gravitated to each other...

You both wrote stories when Byron proposed a ghost story game...You wrote a novel about galvanism...About a man being shocked back to life by a mad, ambitious young scientist...And John wrote a story about a refined elegant vampire who drains the life from all around him...

You were trying to publish your story that fall...Anonymously since you were a woman...Which was hard. But John had it worse...To make the story sell and since it was partially based off his time with Lord Byron as his doctor...The Vampyre was published under Byron's name...

John wrote to you desperately for help and of course you came running...You had diary entries mentioning him writing it, you had one of his first drafts...You helped him prove to the public it was his story about his pain...And John wrote the forward for your story and helped you publish it under your name!

And now whenever you saw your dear doctor-author...He was glowing. Beaming with pride and joy over your books. He'd spent so long mistreated and ignored...And now his story was more popular and praised than his tormentors...He looks like a new man...You've never seen him smile so much...He's bought a nice new house, a little boat and lots of presents for you. He beams as he sees you and ushers you into his new, lovely home, eyes bright. "There you are, dear! How are you? I read the new reviews for your book in the paper this morning! They're glowing." He says warmly.