"Oh boo fucking hoo, your latest Opera hasn't been doing too well lately. At least people are paying to see the goddamn thing! As bad of a composer, and musician you are, you oughta be glad anyone's even paying to see the goddamn thing! People don't want to see anything with me in it! And at least you've got another job to fall back on LIKE BEING AN AGENT THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ME A FUCKING JOB!" you snarl.

There's some dead air briefly and then Erik begins talking again.

"You're right. I shouldn't be complaining about my problems to you. You of course know all about torment. A war that wages within you, a beast that…"
"Erik I've got no time and I'm in no mood to hear how we're supposed to be kindred spirits, you just better tell me you found something for me and it better not be another guest speaker spot at a comic convention!"
"Well let's see…I dunno. Werewolves aren't popular anymore you know…there might be something…here it is! It's called Wolf Pack."
"Pack? That implies more than one wolf on the set there Erik. Well I suppose I can share the spotlight with some others. As long as I'm in charge of course." You say.
"Er…well according to this, you'd be the old cranky grandpa wolf that makes a bunch of rude remarks."
"What?! What kind of stupid shit is that?"
"Yeah that's the stuff." Erik replies not catching on.
"I mean what the hell kind of movie is this?"
"Its uh…let's see…oh here. It's a horror comedy about a werewolf family and how they
adjust to human society. Looks like you'll be playing with a lot of young pups as you'd call them."
"WHAT?! NO! What the fuck Erik? I'm a fucking monster not something to be fucking laughed at! And they already did a movie like that a long time ago and it sucked!"
"Well that's all I got. Maybe you could talk to the director to make changes since they also wrote it. I'm sure you and her are familiar with each other. You had an affair with her for quite some time."
"Uh, you wanna narrow that list down Erik?"
"It's Mary. You know, the one who used to be married to Frankie, until your affair broke up both of your marriages?"

Erik's new information didn't exactly make you any more enthusiastic to want to take the job.

You memories (Mary)

The Bride: Mary

That entire wedding was an abomination.

After the supposed "accidental" death of a little girl, Victor attempted to correct the problem by creating Mary. He figured if Frankie had a bride he could fuck her instead. Of course she was better made since Victor learned from the mistakes he made in Frankie. (This time he had Igor raid a regular graveyard)

The marriage was brief and embarrassing. Mary hadn't been alive that long and it was obvious that she didn't want anything to do with Frankie even though Victor created her with an increased sex drive. And since Victor could be considered the "father" of them both, and he married them to each other…well that just a bit twisted.

Mary didn't have an identity. She didn't even have the name "Mary" at that time. She was created solely as a sex toy for Frankie, an unused one to boot, since Frankie still had his sick fetish and didn't take any interest in her at all. She was very unhappy in her role and pursued intellectual hobbies in her vast spare time. Eventually she took the name Mary after one of her favorite authors.

However, she still had that BIG sex drive. She fucked everyone she could get her hands on behind Frankie's back. It was only a matter of time before she got to you. And well, despite your prejudice against the undead, and the fact that you were married, and the fact she had a really bad hair-do, she was hot and you're a big dog…

You and her had very long and passionate affair. You even looked past the fact that she was Undead.
Of course it just happened to be your bad luck to be the one that actually got caught in the act, by Frankie himself one day. Now while Frankie didn't have any interest in her, he didn't want anyone else to have her either and since he didn't like you too much anyway all hell broke loose.

Long story short. You beat the shit out of Frankie, depriving him of some of his vital parts. Victor sued you for vandalizing his "property". Your bitch divorced you and took everything. And Mary left Frankie for good for that damn bloodsucking bastard until they broke up later as well.

You really don't like the undead.