#thecreature

“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

A touch, a soft breath, a shiver, and even a small sound...it was barely perceivable in your sleep, but it made you stir.

Your eyes slowly opened as you sat up, your brows furrowing when you felt the winter air hit your face. You look to the window, completely agape.

Not good.

It was certainly cause for alarm...so you tense before immedediately getting up and closing it, barring it closed with a sturdy wooden slab across the bottom, closing the curtains. You continued by snatching up the up the wooden staff beside your bed; one you used when you had fractured your leg during the spring months. Your eyes searched the dark room.

Nothing. Not until you heard two heavy steps come from the living area of the cabin. Your heart began to race as you hesitantly made your way to the ajar door of the bedroom.

It was terribly dark save the dying embers in the hearth...the hearth that was blocked by an enormous shadow. A bear? What sort of animal?

"Out! Leave!"

Your voice hesitantly boomed and the figure stiffens, moving to the corner, clearly afraid. Your brows furrow once more. Why would a beast be so fearful of a girl living alone near the forest? You approach it, pointing the staff at it. It turned slightly away from the wooded wall, facing you, but its features were unclear.

"You're no animal...who are you? Why are you here?" you scold, unaware that the thing had been trying to make itself seem smaller. You kept your body rigid as you stood your ground.

"I was...cold...I was cold."

It spoke up in a deep and resonating voice. It scared you. You stepped back, swallowing.

"So, you wanted shelter, hm? What happened to knocking on the door?" you asked harshly, huffing. You couldn't be too welcoming, even though you were debating on caring for whoever this was. You hadn't had company in so long...

"I am... not...."

He stopped his trembling, but he was still stiff. You tilt your head and stand up straight, relaxing a bit.

"Not what? Speak or leave." you demand, though your voice wasn't as threatening as before. Alas, he did not answer, earning another huff from you.

Still holding your staff, you approach the hearth and light a match, tossing it into the dying fire and lighting in ablaze once more. You turn to the thing...man in the corner.

"So... let's see why you're hid-"

Your eyes widen at the sight of the man, curled in on himself like a scared child. You blinked at his appearance as you process the intricacies of his face. It was like nothing you'd ever seen.

That pale skin...almost a drowned pale blue. You couldn't help but approach him further, his entire face coming into view. He was scarred...skin like patchwork. His hair was dark and flowed down past his shoulders, unkempt. A hint of grey could be seen.

"What...happened to you?" you had to ask. The man frowned at the question and guilt immediately washed over you, causing you to sigh and lower your staff. He had a menacing figure, tall and enlarged by his lays of tattered clothes. But those eyes? The gaze that wouldn't meet yours...was a gentle one.

"Come...come. Warm yourself." you gesture to the fire, "Company is company...however you may appear..." Your expression softens and you step near the hearth as if to lead him, "I want to see more of you. Please?" you ask in a tone softer than it had been. The man's eyes widened before a confused expression crossed his features.

"You...want to see...?" he asked, one of his feet shifting forward. You nod, a smile pulling at your lips, "Yes...I do." You spoke honestly.

He gave a slow and hesitant nod, cautiously approaching. His face almost glowed in the light of the fire, flames dancing across his unbelievable, yet human, features. Your lips parted as it took it in.

"Oh...I see." You commented without thinking. The man's eyes flicker to the light of the hearth and then to you.

"You see...what I am." he continues in that voice that kept your heart pounding. You decide to step closer, continuing to measure how close you could get. Those kind eyes were undeniable. He wasn't dangerous. You felt no fear as he towered over you.

"What you are? Well yes...a man...someone new. Someone who can stay if he wishes." you tell him, unable to help but look him up and down as respectfully as you could, trying to portray that it was simply to observe his demeanor and intentions. He was clearly taken aback.

"Stay...a while..." His expression was unreadable for a moment, eyes on the fire before a weak smile tugged at his lips and he looked back.

"Thank you."

There was happiness in his voice than made a warmth spread through your chest. You spoke again, "As long as you tell me your story, yes?" you ask, dying to know more. You didn't want to pry into his, clearly painful, past. But it only seemed fair. He was silent for a moment before nodding.

"I will...try...yes." he replied, the smile no longer there, which was expected, but you couldn't coddle him, as much as you wanted to comfort him. He looked almost delicate...like a newborn animal.

"Here." You reach out, "May I see your hands?" you ask, only asking for one at first. Surprisingly, the man slowly reached out without too much hesitation. You took it, cold and twice the size of yours. You ran your thumb across the pale skin, one finger discoed. You felt him watching you intently before your reached out with your other hand, pulling him closer to you and the warmth of the fire.

"Let's warm you up. Your hands are like ice." you tell him as he takes your other hand. You meet each other's gaze again. His eyes searched yours, full of gratitude and something akin to pleading.

"Name...I would like yours." he asks shortly after, making your smile grow. You happily reply, "Y/n...as simple as that. And yours?" you ask, to which he hesitated, but answers.

"My name is Adam." he replies quite simply, his gaze leaving yours once again. It was an unexpected name for someone so...unique...but you liked it.

"Adam." you repeated, causing him to look back with an expression of what seemed like wonder. You found him intriguing. Where on earth had he come from...it nearly ate at you.

"Y/n... It's kind...like you." His voice was so soft, as gruff as it was. He was already getting to you with that innocent look of his. You bring his hands up between the both of you, holding them there.

"Adam...gentle...like you."

I watched Frankenstein