FRANKENSTEIN
18 | Gone, Gone, Gone.

Third Person

"HEY, Walrus! Hurry your ass up!" A red-haired little girl yelled.

The little girl was exactly eleven years old, her birthday is that particular day. Her flaming red hair fanned out around her face, her big green eyes lit up in excitement. A preteen boy of the age thirteen ran past the little girl with laughter.

"Watch your language, dumb ass!" He shouted back jumping from a slight cliff to the cool waters of a swimming hole below.

The two children decided that they would take advantage of the fact that their parents were not present to keep a check on their language. The little girl watched as her brother floated to the top of the creek with a relaxed smile.

"It's your eleventh birthday! How do you feel!" The preteen boy yelled to his auburn haired sister who stood at the top of the cliff looking down below.

"Great!" She jumped from her spot at the top of the cliff, and into the water's down below.

"Watch out stupid! Ahh!" The boy's scream was cut off as his little sister landed straight on top of him.

The both of them were pushed down underwater, one forcefully, and the other in enjoyment. After a couple seconds the little girl emerged from the water with a smile, while her brother fell into a coughing fit.

"Fuck you, soulless ginger!" The sandy blonde boy coughed.

The little girl simply laughed her legs kicking against the water powerfully. "Fuck you too, turd face!"

It was only around her big brother, and occasionally her second oldest sister that she would cuss. Never would she cuss in front of her father, mother, nor oldest sister. She would portray that of an angel to them, and save her sarcastic and uncharacteristic nature for her brother.

The boy narrowed his eyes at his sister but grew a smirk once he came up with a plan. In one swift motion, the little boy had splashed a large wave of water at his sister. The little girl's laughter was cut off, as alike to her brother she began coughing. The roles were now switched with the brother laughing, and the little girl coughing. A small battle cry left the girl's mouth as she fired back splashing an equally large amount of water to her brother.

The two siblings laughed at each other as they continued a tirade of water attacks to each other. The small creek was filled with the sound of laughter, and the feeling of love. Both siblings were seen playfully splashing at the other.

~

"Mommy? When's dinner gonna be ready?" The same red-haired little girl questioned.

The only difference being the little girl was now younger, nine to be exact. A pretty woman in her mid-thirties turned around to face the little girl. The little girl resembled her mother in a few different ways. The two shared the same high-cheek bones, as well as the same nose.

The woman herself held hair the color of strawberry-blonde, and eyes bluer than water. A light blush was apparent on her cheeks as she smiled at her daughter.

"The meatloaf should be done in a few minutes." The woman smiled walking over to where her daughter sat at the kitchen table. "What are you coloring?" She asked taking a look at her daughter's artwork.

"I'm drawing, Rosette." She replied coloring.

The mother furrowed her eyebrows taking a closer look at her daughter's picture. In child's picture was a woman wearing a 1700's dress, with her hair in a prestigious updo.

"Who's Rosette, honey?" The mother asked as she looked at her daughter's drawing in confusion.

The mother was confused as to why her daughter would be drawing a person like this. How did her daughter even know this person?

"That's Rosette, she's my friend." The daughter looked up slowly to her mother pointing to what appeared to be an empty chair sat across from her.

The mother allowed her eyes to widen as she glanced at the empty chair. From the child's perspective; however, the chair was filled with a body. In that 'empty' chair sat Rosette Dupres, the young girl's friend. Her image was transparent - completely see-through, and she has clothed alike to someone from an entirely different time period.

"Where's your father, darling?" The mother hoarsely questioned placing a hand on her shoulder.

"In his workshop, he said not to bother him though because he's making Mark II." The girl's green eyes peered up at her mother curiously.

"Okay, I'm going to get your father. I want you to stay here." The mother nodded to her daughter before running out of the kitchen.

"How come mommy can't see you?" The little girl questioned Rosette.

Rosette looked to the girl with a smile on her painted lips. "Because 'mommy' isn't like you. You're special, she's not." Rosette said with a smile.

"Mommy's special too. Our whole family is." The little girl argued crossing her arms, no longer coloring.

"Yes, mommy is special as well, I suppose. Though you're special in your own way, remember that." Rosette's sky eye's sparkled knowingly. "Because one day I'm going to need your help."

"With what, I can help you now."

"You see I'm not sure why I'm still around young one. I died a very long time ago. Very little people can see me, and you are on that count. You are one of the only people who can see me, and I need your help in figuring out why I'm still around." Rosette stated gently.

"You died!" The little girl cried out sitting up straighter upon hearing the news.

"Shhh, yes young psychic median. I've been dead for a very long time now. And once you're old enough you'll help me find out why I'm still here." Rosette explained to the young girl who eagerly nodded her head.

Before Rosette could say any more the sound of footsteps came. The little girl turned her head only to see her mother dragging her father in by the ear. She giggled at the sight of her father's cries.

"Ah, what the hell? It's perfectly normal for children to have imaginary friends at this age." Her father said rubbing his ear painfully.

"Anthony, this is not normal." Her mother said exasperated motioning to her daughter's drawing.

"So? When has this family ever been 'normal'." The father raised an eyebrow, walking over to his daughter kissing her cheek. "I happen to think this is perfectly good." He smiled at his youngest girl.

~

Frankie awoke with a start, her body shivering yet it was sticky with sweat. For the last day, it had been Frankie knocked out cold, only waking to empty the contents of her stomach - which consisted of main bile.

This caused Aro to get a bucket to put at the end of the bed, so his beloved would stop puking on the floor. To say he was worried, was an understatement. Aro was terrified for his mate. He knew little of human tenancies, but he was aware that the sickness Frankie was experiencing was not normal.

At first, he was enraged at his guard for allowing her to eat such a thing, but then he put the blame on himself for not telling them that she couldn't eat certain things. Aro had seen all these little things in the Cullen's mind, yet he did not bother to watch these things more carefully. He should have known his mate would be too bashful to put up an argument with the food she was served, he should not have let Caius convince him on staying.

Aro phoned Carlisle almost eight times within the past day and a half continuously seeing what he had to say on it. According to Carlisle when it happened the first time it hadn't been as bad, but then again she'd ate more this time.

He proposed that she'd be fine within three days, and attempted at coaxing Aro's nerves aside. Unfortunately, it didn't work, as Aro was still fearful of Frankie. Despite her sweating, he still put extra blankets on top of her as her teeth would chatter non-stop throughout her sleep.

It was early into the night when Aro had to leave his chamber's in order to attend an extra important case in court. Of course, he was not keen on leaving even if it would take no longer than thirty minutes, but he knew he had to with this particular case.

This case involved a vampire, who had created a new-born army and was responsible for mass killings happening all around Asia. The creator along with the rest of his twelve newborns was to be put on trial. He doubted the newborns had any idea of the laws, but they would still be considered guilty despite this. He, of course, would check them all for any powerful gifts, but the ones who served no purpose would all be sentenced to immediate death.

Everyone doubted that Frankie would wake before morning, but Aro was still annoyed he'd need to leave his mate's side. Therefore, the vampire's would need to have a mind-blowing gift for him to even consider accepting them to his ranks - with this annoyed mood he was in. He'd left Heidi to watch over Frankie while she slept, and she was to report to him if she awoke at all.

Frankie licked her dehydrated lips and coughed a bit. She could smell her breath herself, and it most definitely did not smell like candy canes. She brought up her arm pulling away from the blankets as she slowly sat up.

"Oh, Frankie? You're awake, we didn't think you'd be awake until tomorrow. How are you feeling?" Heidi was at Frankie's side in an instant.

"Water?" Frankie coughed out, her voice raspy.

"Of course," Heidi stated before disappearing and reappearing with a glass of water.

Greedily Frankie drank the entire cup her throat feeling better after. Her eyesight was still blurred and her thoughts were jumbled. All she knew was she had constantly seen this little red-headed girl, and her family through her dreams.

"Master Aro is in court, allow me to get him, I'll be right back." Heidi was gone before Frankie could object.

A groan left her lips as she pulled the blankets off her cold, tender body. At least to her, she felt cold, it didn't feel like she was running an extremely high fever. She could barely even feel the sweat.

Slowly she pulled herself off the bed and to a standing position. Her sore body rocked slightly as her vision began swirling. With a few shakes of her head, she began walking in the direction of the bathroom.

She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the sight of the bathroom door knocked to the ground. Hesitantly she stepped over it and made her way to the toilet part of the bathroom. She shut the door behind her as she quickly did her business. Once she had left the toilet part she walked over to the large bathtub and turned it on.

She felt like she had to get out of those clothes and just completely rid herself of the sweaty feel. While letting the bathtub run, she brushed her teeth desperate to get the taste and smell of vomit out of her mouth. She had even gone so far as to use Listerine for extra measure, though she knew there was no point in doing that as the next time her stomach decided to rid itself the mouthwash smell would be completely gone.

She checked her bath only to see it half full and opted on emptying the throw-up bucket by her bedside. She worked through the soreness and successfully managed to empty the nasty substance out of the buckets as well as clean it out through the use of the sink. Once she had put it back next to the bed she walked over to her bath once more only to see it full.

Quickly Frankie switched off the water and shimmied out of her sweaty pajama's. She pushed her discarded clothing into a pile by the bathtub before looking over her bare shoulder. The door was still knocked to the ground leaving the bathroom, and bedroom connected in a way. The bathroom was now in full view of the bedroom.

Slowly Frankie lowered herself into the bubble bath she created allowing herself to release a sigh of relief at the hot water. Steam rose up out of the water, but it didn't seem to bother the girl. In fact, it seemed to help as her violent chattering finally came to a conclusion, though it did raise her temperature even higher. Not that she had any clue.

Just as Frankie closed her eyes enjoying her bath a loud growl ripped out. She turned her head to the right only to see Aro Volturi standing in the doorway. His eyes were black as night as he gazed at Frankie's nude form which was covered by bubbles.

A loopy grin formed on her face as she looked to her mate. "You know, I had this dream about us." She whispered hoarsely a new sense of confidence washing over her.

"Did you, now?" His perfect English ridden accent questioned as he found himself moving closer to the nude girl.

The tops of her breast were just barely visible over the water driving the vampire mad with lust.

"Yeah, we were in a library playing hide and seek. You found me and then you kissed me. Then you ripped off my stockings." The last sentence caused Aro to let out a thunderous growl once more.

Frankie wasn't sure why, but the sound sent her quivering with delight and want. Though, she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted. There was also another foreign feeling she felt, but she was not exactly sure what that feeling was. Slowly, almost seductively she turned her body in the bath so she was now on her side facing Aro. Her long red hair ran into the bath water, the bottom of it completely soaked - but the top dry and fanning across her face. Her arms moved to rest on the edge of the tub, allowing for her breast to be seen for just a second.

That second was all Aro needed before he was leaned over his mate in the bathtub. Without warning, Aro pushed himself down onto his knees so his face was just in line with Frankie's. Her eyes were wide with shock as she wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it sure wasn't this. However, she couldn't say she was disappointed in any way - more like the opposite.

"Mi fai diventare completamente pazzo, mio grazioso agnellino." Aro leaned in so he could whisper the seductive words of Italian in Frankie's ear.

Frankie felt a violent surge of delight go through her as his cool breath fanned across her ear. Soon he pulled away from her ear, and in one swift movement his lips were on her's in a gentle chaste kiss.

Frankie moved her arms so they were around Aro's neck and weaving through his long hair. A whimper escaped Frankie's lips as he pulled away much too soon in her opinion.

"I'm afraid that in your current state if we keep going I won't be able to stop, my sweet." He whispered in his lover's ear.

As he pulled away, Frankie moved her head to her arm letting out a cough. "And you're still incredibly ill, it's best we save these activities for when you're better," Aro stated as he stood up grabbing a towel.

"I'm feeling much better-" Frankie cut herself off with a gag. "Perhaps you're right, I think I'm gonna be sick soon." She mumbled the last part before standing up from the tub.

Aro's eyes turned even darker at the sight of his beautiful mate naked before him. He had urges like never before to reach out and touch her, grope her, taste her. He wanted so badly to hear her screams of pleasure, and make it so she was shaking with so much satisfaction that she could only speak his name. He almost did grab her, and make her his if it wasn't for the violent gag that came.

Ridding himself of these thoughts he quickly wrapped the towel around his mate and carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom. Frankie squealed at Aro's way of transporting her with a laugh. A sharp slap to the ass came ceasing her laughter and making her smirk.

"I didn't know you wanted me that badly." She spoke in a low voice earning a growl from Aro.

Frankie had no idea where this confidence was coming from. She could only blame it on the illness making her loopy.

"If you weren't ill I would take you right here bent over the bed, my sweet." Aro's tone was a lustful dark.

In seconds Frankie was in a standing position and Aro held out a handful of pajamas to her. His eyes remained dark as he watched her pull on the large long-sleeve shirt which fell down to her thighs - almost looking like a short dress. After she pulled her panties up she handed Aro the pants back.

"I think I'll enjoy life without pants for now." She said causing Aro to look her up and down, taking his pleasure on her pant-less form.

Frankie's confidence didn't last long though as she finally felt more bile rising up her throat. Her eyes widened and she darted over to the bucket releasing the contents of her stomach into it. Aro was behind her holding her hair back as she shuddered over the bucket.

"Never eat anything that causes you so much pain for the guard ever again," Aro spoke in her ear as she threw up.

He rubbed her back comfortingly as she finished. With a sigh, she stood up, but quickly her legs gave out. Aro caught her and hoisted her onto the bed. The chattering of her teeth started back up again and soon she was curling in a ball on the bed her hands rested against her throbbing head. It seemed like whatever it was that gave her a small break in the sickness disappeared. Everything hurt once more.

Aro placed all the blankets over Frankie's body, hoping that it would help with the chattering in the slightest. He watched with sad eyes as his mate fell back into sleep quickly the chattering never ceasing. He could only hope for her to get better now.

"Rest now, mi amore." He spoke laying down next to her side, kissing her forehead.

HEY GUYS! HOPE YOU'RE ALL ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR! COMMENT I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS! DOES ANYONE HAVE A GOOD SHIP NAME FOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS WE'VE BEEN INTRODUCED TO SO FAR? ALSO WHAT'S UP WITH FRANKIE'S HALLUCINATIONS? ARE THEY MEANINGLESS, OR DO THEY SERVE A MORE IMPORTANT PURPOSE?