Loveless

Oct. 31, 1884

This is it, the last night that I will put myself though these tormented dreams of holding onto a fading life. I've shut down everything. All the equipment, the power generators, everything! The operation was a failure. I should have never attempted to play God. All I have done is mutilate my poor son's body. All for some febrile dream of resurrection. At least now I can lay him to rest. By morning he'll go join My Emma forever a sleep in our ancestral crypt.

...Or at least that's what I was going to do.

The hour was midnight. That I was sure of when I first stated my walk to reach the lab. The halls where dark and silent. Only my footsteps on the hard wooden planks of the floor where breaking the silence. The interruption was rude of me but I needed to see him, one last time before I laid him to his eternal slumber. I have questions that need to be answered.

As I approached the door to the lower lab something inside me shifted . A sense of excitement and loathing filled my very being.

"Why was I feeling like this?"

It didn't matter at the time, I dismissed these new feelings and opened the door.

The air within the chamber felt strange. It has a thickness to it. It wasn't a thickness that could choke the life out of you but a light, electric feel, giving life and movement

to its surroundings. It scared my at first, this strange air enclosing on me. This place was meant to be a container of sorrows, a tomb to speck of. Now it seem to have a life of its own. Swirling and casting spells around me.

I stepped forward into the darkness, candleobra at hand. Ready to find the answers to the scenario that played before me.

The room was dark and foreboding as I walked around the sleeping equipment. I went about my way examining each and every piece, looking for the energy source. Something came to me as I walked. "This must be terribly scary to Edward if he ever arose to find himself in a darken cobweb filled lab. The poor dear"

As of then, when I finished my last words a whispering sound flowed out from the unknown spaces of darkness. Finding a home upon my ears.

The sound startled me. Forcing me to abandon my pervious search. I spun around to face my fears. Thrusting the candlelight at the shadows, forcing back the darkness of night. I waited, oh I waited to hear it once again and thus my prayers where answered. The sound was distance, just above a whisper but somehow familiar. "I know I've heard it before but what was it?" I paused in a moment of silence. Promising myself that this time I will trace the origin of the noise. To my surprise this time around it was not a nocturnal howl as I first thought but a whisper of a voice. Dancing upon this voice I heard a single word.....Father.

Could it be?....EDWARD!!

Reluctantly I ran over to the operating table and held the candle light over his body. Examining him fully. He still laid there. Pale and life less as I left him.

" He couldn't have spoken my name. He dead ,or could he?"

It's a confusing theory to rap ones mind around. The dead specking to us from beyond the grave! But if that be true could one speck to the dead? Truly an interesting theory but for a man of my circumstances, one worth trying. I leaned towards Edward's face and softly called out his name.

...Edward.

His eyes shot open as if the very sound of my voice awakened his soul, calling it back to Earth. The initial shock of such an action sent me flying to the floor, dropping the candleobra as he lifted himself off the operating table to the siting position, blinded adjusting