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Frankenstein: Creator of Life

     Oak wood scratched the rain-drenched cobblestone of a quiet, quaint, sleepy town. The hooves of dark brown horses pounded a rhythm, matching the ticking of the pocket watch, belonging to the man inside the carriage. A man of great renown. A man who gained many followers. A man whose worshippers deemed him the Creator of Life. This man was Victor Frankenstein.      The church door creaked open. The shadows were breathtakingly thick. Victor couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. With the end of his cane he made his way to front pew. Before him, upon the altar stood a vision of white, a stark contrast to the darkness within the church. His hair was brushed back, his suit a fine, silky black with red trim.      "I was awaiting your arrival." spoke the pale stranger "I expected you much earlier than this."      "It's a bit hard for me to be at a certain place in time what with my... accident." Victor hastily remarked "Why are you here? Why have you called upon me? You do know this is hallowed ground?"      The pale stranger grinned. He knew it was not possible for his kind to step upon the grounds of a church. But thanks to Victor's influence, the people of the town, at least the ones who were still alive, transformed it from a house of worship, to a house of fools who believed that a mere mortal was a god.      "I have something to give you Victor."      "If that something is not the whereabouts of my creation then I am not interested."      The pale stranger turned on his heels. His cold stare sending a chill down Victor's spine. His eyes were like hot coals fire. Victor felt the room grow hotter as if a fire had erupted around his body.      "Victor, Victor, Victor." whispered the stranger, stepping down from the altar and approaching Victor calmly "I can give you so much than the satisfaction of bringing back the dead."      Victor, though fearful, stayed calm before the stranger's presence. He knew he couldn't let this one sense fear, for that would spell sudden doom.      "I have everything." said Victor coolly "A whole village sees me as a god. What more could I ever need?"      In the blink of a the pale stranger, who stood stoic in front of Victor Frankenstein, suddenly stood back on the altar.      "You are the Creator of Life... but with my help you can create more."      Victor raised his right eyebrow. He was intrigued at the prospect of bringing more of the dead back from their graves.      "Think of it Victor. An army of undead marching through the streets. YOUR army. Indestructible. Unable to die. Unable to feel pain. Your sheep, who will obey your every command."      Victor didn't quite know what to think of all this. Yes, the praise made him happy, but was he willing to control an army and lead the entire? As Victor rubbed his shaven chin, he looked up at the pale stranger.      "What do you want to give me Alucard?"      A black box appeared in Alucard's grip. Victor stepped onto the altar, placing his hands on both sides of the box.      "Take this box. Go beyond the village. Look for a man named Lawrence Talbot. Give it to him. But don't open it."      Obeying Alucard's orders, Victor stuffed the box under his left arm. He shook the demon's hand before making his way back to the carriage. A new alliance had been formed. Victor's life was about to change. The world was about to change.