Her eyes followed the Creature walking through the woods with bright curiosity. She could see his dark, near black lips, the scars running across his arms and neck, and his long, jet black hair fluttering in the breeze. She followed him carefully, every now and then catching glimpses of his near perfect white teeth. Her eyes were glued to him as she followed him. And presently, he bacame aware of it.

He caught glimpses of her out of the corner of his eye. She looked to be all of 16, and she was following him very carefully and quietly. In fact, he never would have heard her if he was human. He was beggining to become irritated though, so he moved faster, out pacing her. He looked back...and she was still there. She moved faster and faster as he did, keeping close to him through the brush. Finally, he worled around to face her.

"Why are you following me?" he snarled. She blinked and whipped her head to the side, startled at being found out.

Her mouth opened and a soft voice issued forth. "I'm sorry sir, I didnt mean to bother you, I'm just...very lonly...and very lost..." She kept her head turned to the left, so only the right side was visible. He walked towards her, curious and apprehensive. He reached out and took her chin in his hand, turning her face towards him.

The right half of her face was pristine and perfect, flawless. But the left half...the left half was marred by a large, thick scar that ran from her eye to her mouth, and a slightly thinner one that ran from her ear to her temple where it made a short curling shape. symbols and whorls were etched deep into her skin, the only untouched thing being her eye, which was a bright sapphire blue. The other, in contrast, was deep emerald green. A single tear fell from her blue eye like a bright diamond.

"I really wish...you hadn't seen that." She said softly. The Creature looked at her thoughtfully. He traced her scars with his fingertips.

"How did you get these scars?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble.

"My father," She said sadly, tears welling in her eyes again. "I was born with mismatched eyes, and my father called me as a daemon. He carved the left side of my face, the Devil's side, with symbols meant to drive the Devil out. It hurt...and he kept me locked away and he hated me...so i left today and i saw you, and you were scarred like me, and i thought...I don't know what i thought."

The Creature nodded, understanding her pain. "My father never loved me, either. He created me from others, from killers and monsters, and when i was brought into the world I was branded a monster as well."

"Do you hate him?" the girl asked.

The Creature thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Resent him, yes, and feel hurt and betrayel and even a little fear. But hate him? No. No, i love my father even now."

The girl smiled, and it spoke of pain and tragedy and anguish and fear and also of a terrible love. "We are the same, you and I."

"What is your name, child?" The Creature asked her.

"My name is Gabrielle, Sir. And how are you called?"

"I do not have a name."

"Well sir, what was your fathers name?"

The Creature grimaced. "Victor Frankenstein," He spat.

"Then your name shall be Damien Frankenstein." Gabrielle smiled up at Damien. "That is, if you like."

Damien Frankenstein smiled back, for perhaps the first time in months. A name, all his own... "Would you...like to be my companion? It gets very lonley for things like me."

Gabrielle smiled and took Damien Frankenstein's hand. His eyes widened at the warmth in her delicate touch, the softness of her skin. "Of course i would. After all, Damien," She smiled. "It does get awefully lonley...for people like us."