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WHAT happened to Victor ........had she dreamed this fate or was he really ..dead???
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"VICTOR" ...DAWN cried out in a whimping shaken child-like voice.

"I NEED YOU TONIGHT" " WHERE ARE YOU?? "

HER soft red cherry lush lips drew shut as she seen his full form ..

"ARE YOU WITH ME NOW " "MY VICTOR??"
:LET ME FEEL YOUR POWER "" ..." IAM WEAK !!"

she grasped for breath from what she was next!!

''I AM NOT YOUR>>>Countess''Dawn''-
"
PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES""

SHE SCREAMED OUT ....the shrill voice echoed
from the slop arched ceiling!!
HE moved his icy cold fingers.....across her long perfectly
manticured red curled nails


Mademouselle ~~ Countess''Dawn''- Von ~~ Frankenstein~~

The pack of coyotes had been howling earlier in this night, now replaced by the odor of fresh, wet earth.
He knew that only a desperately crazed indivual would be out here tonight instead of in his own warm bed.
He glanced up from the grave in time to see a flock of crows take wing, except for the three largest ones on the lower branch who struggled , then fell like lead fishing weights. The sounds of branches cracking filled the night air.
The other crows never looked back. They knew.
These deaths had not been anything resembling an accident, this he knew as the distant rumbings of black incantations could easilly be mistaken for thunder.
How long had it been since he had seen the sun?
Am I dead? Or do I just smell that way?

Victor pulled painfully from his coma-deep sleep, like an empty wine bottle rising to air through pit tar. His mouth was dust dry. His dull teeth gnawed at some rough-grained grit until his swollen tongue probed and loosened and spat the clump of dirt from his mouth.

He motioned for a drink. A drink from whom? "Dawn?" he rasped. He coughed loose more dirt. "My countess? Clever trick, my darling. You win again. Now can you please pull open the shades and get me a drink of something good?"

His eyes couldn't open to see. He stretched his creaking and stiff arms and pawed at his sockets. Two plugs of dried mud dropped away. A finger plucked a mud plug from each ear.

Now his eyes could at least see grey and purple and his ears buzzed and popped. He felt with his hands, braced his arms, pulled himself up from a sucking gum of clay. He hung one leg over a wooden frame, then dropped to his feet. He staggered, and held on. Then, he felt the odd septigonal shape of his bed.

He'd been sleeping so stupidly that she'd dumped him in a coffin? Clearly, Dawn had been extrermely mad and angry over something. Then, had she gotten him drunk on opium-dosed wine?

No, he did remember. It was like it was all only an hour ago, followed by that lid slammed on his head, that she'd come to him while he worked away in his lab. He’d been rudely ignoring her for days. But here she was, at last submissive in recognition of his ascendant priorities.

Victor had distractedly grabbed up her offer of a saucer of dark cake, and he’d eaten. He noted only distractedly that tongue-biting leer under her smirking, domestic smarm, and the metallic aftertaste of the chocolate. He handed back the saucer, turned back to his work.

A few minutes later he looked up. She hadn't left the lab. She was waiting for something and now her smile was genuine. But Victor's mind was dropping through the floor. His eyes fought to focus; he mouthed one for dumb syllable, "Wha...”. Countess Dawn’s grin widened, her image doubled, tripled, and then blinked out.

“All right, then. You win again" Victor looked around him in the dark lab. She’d knocked him out and he was back. She'd had her little comeuppance. Now he was going back to work.

No, not yet. He spent several blundering minutes as he stumbled against the wall and felt his way to the door. Door open, he opened and closed his hands until his fingers could manipulate the match and light the lamp. He held the lamp high and stared open-mouthed.

His lab had been plundered. No, it had been metamorphosed from a temple of handle-cranked magneto-electricity and brass implements of science: flasks, microscope, mortar and pestle. Now, it was...what? A toy factory for sorcerers? He staggered backwards from shock. His shoulders brushed a toggle point protruding from the wall, and the lab burst into astonishing bright light.

He didn’t know what any of this stuff was. There were boxes built of unknown materials: long shining lenses, glass machines like box-framed crystal balls. He didn’t know any of it. Lanterns like captured sunlight?

But he knew who was behind it. Right there in the middle of all this gleaming apparatus installation was Countess Dawn’s bed. There were her brocaded sheets, her many-hued veils and silks and robes draped wantonly over her pillows as if she’d just rose and sauntered away unclothed from a sitting for painter-gods.

“Dull stupid me!” grimaced Victor and he pounded his forehead with his fist. Uncomprehendable as all was, still it was so like Countess Dawn. Somehow she had put him asleep and turned time up over end and tossed their world up into the air never to drop again to solid land. Now he’d better find her and ask her for forgiveness and find out if he even fit anywhere in this new place.

Victor pulled painfully from his coma-deep sleep, like an empty wine bottle rising to air through pit tar. His mouth was dust dry. His dull teeth gnawed at some rough-grained grit until his swollen tongue probed and loosened and spat the clump of dirt from his mouth.

He motioned for a drink. A drink from whom? "Dawn?" he rasped. He coughed loose more dirt. "My countess? Clever trick, my darling. You win again. Now can you please pull open the shades and get me a drink of something good?"

His eyes couldn't open to see. He stretched his creaking and stiff arms and pawed at his sockets. Two plugs of dried mud dropped away. A finger plucked a mud plug from each ear.

Now his eyes could at least see grey and purple and his ears buzzed and popped. He felt with his hands, braced his arms, pulled himself up from a sucking gum of clay. He hung one leg over a wooden frame, then dropped to his feet. He staggered, and held on. Then, he felt the odd heptagonal shape of his bed.

He'd been sleeping so stupidly that she'd dumped him in a coffin? Clearly, Dawn had been extremely mad and angry over something. Then, had she gotten him drunk on opium-dosed wine?

No, he did remember. It was like it was all only an hour ago, followed by that lid slammed on his head, that she'd come to him while he worked away in his lab. He’d been rudely ignoring her for days. But here she was, at last submissive in recognition of his ascendant priorities.

Victor had distractedly grabbed up her offer of a saucer of dark cake, and he’d eaten. He noted only distractedly that tongue-biting leer under her smirking, domestic smarm, and the metallic aftertaste of the chocolate. He handed back the saucer, turned back to his work.

A few minutes later he looked up. She hadn't left the lab. She was waiting for something and now her smile was genuine. But Victor's mind was dropping through the floor. His eyes fought to focus; he mouthed one for dumb syllable, "Wha...”. Countess Dawn’s grin widened, her image doubled, tripled, and then blinked out.

“All right, then. You win again” Victor looked around him in the dark lab. She’d knocked him out and he was back. She'd had her little comeuppance. Now he was going back to work.

No, not yet. He spent several blundering minutes as he stumbled against the wall and felt his way to the door. Door open, he opened and closed his hands until his fingers could manipulate the match and light the lamp. He held the lamp high and stared open-mouthed.

His lab had been plundered. No, it had been metamorphosed from a temple of handle-cranked magneto-electricity and brass implements of science: flasks, microscope, mortar and pestle. Now, it was...what? A toy factory for sorcerers? He staggered backwards from shock. His shoulders brushed a toggle point protruding from the wall, and the lab burst into astonishing bright light.

He didn’t know what any of this stuff was. There were boxes built of unknown materials: long shining lenses, glass machines like box-framed crystal balls. He didn’t know any of it. Lanterns like captured sunlight?

But he knew who was behind it. Right there in the middle of all this gleaming apparatus installation was Countess Dawn’s bed. There were her brocaded sheets, her many-hued veils and silks and robes draped wantonly over her pillows as if she’d just rose and sauntered away unclothed from a sitting for painter-gods.

“Dull stupid me!” grimaced Victor and he pounded his forehead with his fist. Uncomprehendable as all was, still it was so like Countess Dawn. Somehow she had put him asleep and turned time up over end and tossed their world up into the air never to drop again to solid land. Now he’d better find her and ask her for forgiveness and find out if he even fit anywhere in this new place.

Victor finally arrives to meet dawn. She is weak but the sight of her dear Victor rise her from graveyard...she felt a new strength in her veins..now she knows he is back to protect her and that thought itself excited her and reduced her pain.

She stands in her shadow waiting for him to prompt her out. "Come my dawn. Victor need to examine her who is the best doctor in town.

Her silhouette reveals sensuous curves. As she steps from her shadow, Her curls caress her silky bare shoulders, while just below, her full breasts strain against a corset of red satin and midnight lace. Each breath teases as her breasts seek to push over and beyond their constraints. Victor need them in his hands to examine it...but its very look disturbing his concentration.His hands skimmed over her chest under the cloth he had earlier untucked. Her nipples hardened at the thought of what he might be up to, yet she had to remain calm while she is examined.

Victor hold her to him listening to the sound of her breathing quieting down. He run his hands through her soft hair as he kissed her gently. She propped up on victor's side and looked down into his handsome smiling face. She relished the soft touch of his hand as he stroked her cheek. He love that look of complete satisfaction on her face. She can’t help but smile and snuggled at him. His thoughts climbed forest for a moment but at the same time at the corner of his mind he knows he want to find what gives her pain. Doctor in victor rise to situation he started examine her body..her breath..her heart beat..her pulse...he is a wonderful doctor and very sincere when analysing his patients...but here it is his beautiful sweet heart...the angel of heaven..he need to find out the reason of her pain and what makes her weak.

Dawn slowly looked up into his eyes as he looked down at her. She wanted him so badly her body physically ached with need. She couldn’t move, though she wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him. But he is touching her all over examine her thoroughly. His mind is puzzling on many things but a puzzle he already reaveled to his mind. He keep on smiling and it is preganant with meanings which is now known to him...what he find out is shocking...what is in his mind? What is making dawn weak?...he knows it now...Victor took a deep breath...looked at her curious beautiful eyes...but dont say a word... Dawn looked at him..her eyes asking him that question.."What is happening to me Victor?"

VICTOR"!!!!! ~~~ ~~~~~~~------------- it that really you?" Please help me now ___ cried Dawn

"Since you was gone from me" ...... :my worried mind " "grew soooo tired "---
"MY BODY SO WEAK!!!"

Her soft voice sounded that of a child so faint ---- in the coner of her eye a tear formed --- the lovely Countess DAWN---- was breathing her last full breathe~~~
this once grand lovely lady was in the last stages of death



There was a long moment of silence in the night which cut the air !!!







"I must pull myself together an l operate soon " ____ Victor thought

"Dawn will not make an other night""




Dawn slowly raised up in the bed.... Victor took her in his
arms! He held his love for what seemed like hours!!!

Count Von VICTOR Frankstein........spoke in a low toned i!!!

''Dawn .....''I love you!!''

''You must put this out of your mind!!''

''I'm worried about your {{l Health}} '' this state of mind --- has taken you down more }}"

''Please don't let these thoughts drive you mad!!''

''I've only wanted your love all these years ~~~Dawn~~~ !!!

''I must be calm " he thought his long slender fingers brushed over her chest.... " I must save her life !!!''

''You must not try an ''Talk''---------- to me!!''

''Dawn!!!-------; your breasts I feel the area of pain .... am here too give you hope !!!'' " REST MY DARLING "" AM BESIDE YOU


''The nightmarell " that you have known is over now my lovely DAWN this will take ------- much courage to talk about now !!'' Victor could be heard saying under his breath ""YOU HAVE _ BREASTS CANCER!!" his voice shook

''YOU~~~ my dear need medical help!!'' whispered Victor

''I would never do anything to hurt -YOU DAWN Tell me you trust me now?!!''

''Nor will I be gone from YOU .. again .. " this blood that runs in my veins for your life _____''YOU'' are my lovely angel---- my hope " .........its what gives me this life!!
'

''These continous thoughts poured in Victors mind taxing his every thought
!!''

Dawn started snobbing!! Her cries could be heard
in the corridor's......though out the castle!!


Victor...picked her up in his arms and carried her
to his master chambers in the lab ! He knew her life was at a short end COULD HE NOW OPERATE in such a poor state of mind ??


!!
Why VICTOR and {{Raven's Point}} was all -DAWN- knew!!

Her love was what he wanted !! His desires
for sexul excitement wained..... his only
thoughts were......Dawn's ~~l Health!!

HE knew she would die without this operation !

""Will always be together!!"" -he looked way

"IF she dieds this night" _________ thought Victor
"I can't face life.... nor .Be with anyone else!! {{{NOT EVER!!}}}

The beautiful Countess Dawn love him~~~
no doubt!! Will this be her last night ???


You could see with each breath her perfectly rounded snow white
silky breasts.. .rise with fall the peaks spilling out as her red silk gown
sank back into the material!!

and then......Dawn breathes her last breath.

and , Alas it ends.

Victor cant belive it. "Oh My God. She is gone. I have nothing more to live for."

From under the autopsy table he retrieves a small glass and a large bottle of Borboun. Uncorking the bottle he wipes his sweaty brow."How could I fail her?"

Pouring a stiff shot, Victor reflects on their life and love.