"I will be with you on your wedding night."
After Victor betrayed me, I swore bitter revenge against humanity. After swimming to the maindland, I wondered through the edge of the woods merely ten feet away from the beach. I was waiting for my nemisis, waiting to finish him. Until suddenly, I heard the approach of something large. I saw it was a man, and none other than Frankenstein's friend Henry Clerval. Knowing it was the time for my revenge, I grabbed Clerval around the throat and strangled him noiselessly. I then tossed his body onto the beach, and continued to watch and wait. I felt some remorse for the murder of Clerval, as I had just murdered someone who had never hurt another living thing in any way. However, I still hated Frankenstein, for crushing my dreams, the image of my mate-to-be, torn in to pieces on the floor of the labratory was still fresh in my mind and rage still coursed thorugh my veins. I thought about waiting for Victor and ambushing him on the beach, I considered killing him and ending his evils forever. However my mind conjured and even darker idea, and I remembered my threat " I will be with you on your wedding night." Since Victor would certainly be married in his native Geneva, I left Scotland, and England, and slowly made my way back to Geneva. I was starving and hagard after my travels. It took me an entire week to recover from the cold wind, and burning agony in my starving stomach. When I was healthy again, I prepared for the second stage of my plan. A plan that would bring Victor Frankenstein to his knees!
Since my progress to Geneva had been so slow, I was worried that Victor had already returned to Geneva and married Elizabeth. However, I quickly learned that Victor had not returned from England, and was instead rotting away in a prison in Scotland, he had been arrested for the murder of Clerval. I also learned that Victor's father Alphonse had departed to Scotland to procure his release. Once again I watched and waited for Victor's return, in a few months he returnd, however he was not the same person who had left to England, his face was that of a man broken by his sadness. His eyes were dull, lacking the same keeness and liveliness they had once had. I pitied Frankenstein, and I almost decided to abort my plan, but when I discovered that "he dared to be happy" anger coursed through me once again, and I chose to carry on with my plan. I learned that Victor's marriage to Elizabeth would be happening soon, and I also procured the exact date and time of the marriage. While listening to the Frankenstein's private conversations I even learned that Victor and Elizabeth would leave to a private Villa on the other side of Geneva Before I knew it, the day of the wedding arrived, and I swam across Lake Geneva to the private villa. After climbing in through a window, I waited for a few hours, until Elizabeth walked in. Then I finished my plan, I grabbed her around the throat and began to squeeze, she screamed twice, but my power was complete. I tossed her body over the bed lying in the front of the room, and then I fled out the same window I came into the villa from. I watched with grim satisfaction as Victor walked into the room and beheld the dead body of his wife, but he regained some of his wits he spotted me from looking through the window. Grinning, I pointed to the corpse of Elizabeth. Victor charged towards the window, and fired his pistol at me, but I eluded him, jumped into Lake Geneva, and swam to the opposite shore.