Author Note: During this past week, I been watching "Beauty and the Beast Season 1" as I wait for internet at my new apartment. Rewatching these episodes, I noticed and/or felt that a key element of the story was pushed to the back towards the end of the season. I have seen bits and pieces of Season 2, and I feel like they didn't do a really good job, in my opinion, in things like Vincent gradually losing his humanity and becoming less human. I know the show addressed those in Season 2 but I didn't feel like it was satisfactory. The first part of Season 1 did a great job with the addition of the blackouts and the night vision but they haven't used those characteristics since like Episode 11 or 12.

So, I am writing this fanfiction to further on the facts I mention above. What would happen if Vincent couldn't transform back and stay in his beast mode forever? How could he come back to senses (well, we already know the answer to this), and so on? This story continues a few months after the season finale. There might be some elements from Season 2, maybe accidentally or on purpose, but I want to try to stick to Season 1 universe.

This is my first fanfic ever. I always read fanfics from this site but never wrote one! I am a bit nervous! Please let me know what you think in the comment section! All comments are appreciated, even the ones about how much this story sucks.

Thank you!

Chapter 1

Three months.

It has been three months since they took him. Catherine Chandler sighed as she stared at her computer, trying to look for any clues about the disappearance of Vincent Keller. Vincent, she mentally asked, where are you? Being a cop herself, Catherine, or Cat for short, was able to dig a little deeper than usual, trying to find any information on government and crime reports, data, websites, and such. But, no such luck.

She sighed once more as she closed her laptop. CatThe cat stayed up all night again, trying to look for any new details. "Maybe some coffee, a shower, and a nap will help for now," Catherine said as she stood up and stretched. She headed towards the kitchen when she heard a light knocking at the front door.

"Cat, it's me Tess. I know you been pulling an all-nighter again. I brought some relief aid," her partner and best friend exclaimed as she gently opened the door and came in. In her hands, Tess had two cups of Cat's favorite coffee with some pastries. Good ol' Tess, always there for anything, Catherine mused. And, she was right; Tess has been there for Cat through thick and thin. When Tess discovered her secret relationship with the supposed "vigilante-turned-serial-killer" Vincent, Cat could not be any more relieved to have her best friend as her support system when it comes to dating a half-human/half-animal guy. Furthermore, Cat has leaned on Tess' support even more in the past months; letting Tess know the stress, fear, angst, sadness, and other emotions that Cat felt when looking for her loved one.

"Mmmm is that the smell of a freshly made french vanilla cappuccino from that cafe of a couple of blocks away," Cat happily exhaled as she led Tess to the sofa where they could sit down and enjoy their goodies. Tess smirked as she handed one of the hot drinks to Cat, "How did you know that information? Are you transforming into a beast too without telling me?" Cat shook her head sadly, that comment alone reminded her so much of Vincent. Tess noticed and apologized. "I am so sorry, girl. I didn't mean to go out that way. I bet he is out there somewhere, right?" How is the search going? Any new leads from New York's finest?"

Catherine lightly took a few sips of her drink and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She then turned her head and look out of window, she breathed softly, "Nope, nothing new has appeared. It's like Vincent has never existed. His military records, birth certificate, any proof of existence... It all has been erased by Muirfield. They don't want anyone to know about him and I wonder why..." Catherine stared out the window a little and pondered at what she said. What was Muirfield trying to do by erasing Vincent's personal information? Did that mean they successful completed their mission? Did they really kill Vincent and now covering their tracks? But, Vincent wasn't the only "beast"-like human out there that suffered at the hands of Muirfield? There has to be others to save from this monstrous organization, right?

As she continued to wonder, a few tears spilled out. She silently wiped them as she covered her eyes in guilt. She should have been the one to save Vincent from them. That was the mission she signed up for when she wanted to be with Vincent. Suddenly, Catherine felt a light touch on her left hand that pulled her from those thoughts. She glanced down at that hand and saw that Tess' hand was on hers. Cat looked up at Tess as Tess began to assure, "I want to make myself clear; do not blame yourself. I can see that in your pretty head of yours that you are blaming yourself for what is happening. And, that's not true. Cat, we will find him somehow, someday. He is alive! Just put your energy into good things, not bad thoughts. Besides, J.T. and I have your back whenever you need it!" Cat smiled as she blinked back any tears that remained.

"Tess, thank you for being for me. What could I do without you?" Cat giggled while giving Tess a small hug, "But, I might have been replaced as your Number 1 during these months. "J.T and I"? What does this mean? Tess, does this mean..." Tess playfully smacked Cat's right upper arm and grinned mischievously, "It doesn't mean anything, I tell you! While you were on your "independent woman is me" search party, J.T and I have formed our own search party. By doing so, we have been a bit closer to the point he has asked me to dinner tonight," Tess informed her. "Really, I smell a d-a-t-e!" Catherine teased while continuing to drink her french vanilla cappuccino. The two ladies continued with their playful banter while enjoying their treats throughout the morning, forgetting momentarily about the search.

Meanwhile, somewhere in New York, two men dressed in black suits met in a poorly lit room with gray walls, a table, and a couple chairs. They sat at the wooden table with a bunch of papers spread out on the a table. One of the guys, a tall, lean Caucasian male in his mid-to-late 50s with blue eyes and salt and pepper hair, looked over the papers angrily, "What do you mean you loss track of him? It was your responsiblity to keep all tabs on him! Do you know what you might of have done?". The other person, much younger than the other guy with tired hazel eyes, short and spiky blonde hair, and really stoic facial features, snarled back at the other person, "Look, we did the best that we could. Agent Landon is currently trying to find your cross-species test subject. Hopefully, we can hear from her soon."

The other man breathed deeply, "Hopefully soon, Agent Rodgers, hopefully soon. You do not know the full extent of this "cross-species" monster that we have our hands. Ever since we kidnapped him three months ago, our scientists have experimented and tested him about the things he can do and might be able to do. Do you know what that means?" Agent Rodgers shook his head silently as the other man continued, "It means that we have heightened his abilities. We have "upgraded" him as he can have deeper senses, faster agility, and other improved or even new abilities. But the drawback to this new and improved super-solider is that we stripped his memory, his morals, and even his humanity. He is slowly losing his ability to sense what is wrong and what is right. He is forgetting what it means to be human! He is becoming more like an animal everyday." At the end of that sentence, the older guy slammed his fists into the wooden table as he stood up, encircling the table as he kept eye contact with the younger agent.

"He is becoming more dangerous every day. He is a high risk as he could injure or even kill innocent civilians. The blood would not only be on his hands; it would be on the agencies too. Do you want that? Do you want to be responsible for this high-motivated killing machine, do you?", The older male agent questioned angrily. The younger agent shook his hand again with his eyes lowered. "Good. This is why it is essential to find this beast and bring him back to our labs, where he can be of no threat to the city," the older agent reassured while looking the wall. "Especially for my daughter's sake..." he murmured as they both heard a knock at the door.

Another male agent opened the door and came into the room with a cell phone in his hand. "Sir, Agent Landon is on the phone and wants to talk to you now. It's very urgent!" the agent informed the older one as he handed off the phone to him. "Hello, Agent Landon? This is Agent Reynolds. What is the matter?" The older agent spoke softly as he walked towards a corner. Agent Landon started to speak urgently, "Agent Reynolds, we have a much bigger problem on our hands...". This cause Agent Reynold's eyes tense up angrily.

"Yeah, J.T., she is ok even though she been through a lot," Tess quietly spoke on her cell phone in her best friend's living room, "She is currently resting. However, she didn't find any new leads. I am going to check on her one more time and then head over to my place." Tess walked carefully towards her best friend's room, peering in to see how she was doing. Satisfied to see Catherine sleeping soundly for a few minutes, Tess whispered back to her phone, "Yeah, she is alright. No bad dreams here. I meet you a few. No, I am not going to pick up lunch. Remember, that your duty! Alright, alright, stop begging like a helpless dog. I will pick up a sub from the deli across the street from my apartment. You owe me big time mister. See you in a few." Tess smiled as she hung up and look at her best friend one more time. "Don't worry, Cat. We will find him," Tess whispered as she closed the bedroom door and headed towards the front.

After making sure everything was safe, Tess locked the apartment's front door and walked out of the complex. On the way to the deli, Tess mildly thought about the situation while watching out for any potential danger. It was the danger that dragged her into this situation the first time when she followed Vincent throughout the sewer tunnels, accidentally shooting him there. Although Tess did it out of her sixth sense of danger and fear, she regretted it sometime later when she realized that Vincent was no monster that the NYPD described, thanks to Catherine. She couldn't believe that her best friend was in love with something absurd and dangerous at the same time. But over time, she gradually understood the unique romance between Vincent and Catherine and supported it one hundred percent.

When those Muirfield agents kidnaped Vincent, Tess was the first person to reach out and support Cat during her emotional wreck search. At the same time, she gradually became closer to Vincent's closest buddy, J.T., who Tess also endorsed as he decided to search for Vincent as well. During these times, Tess let J.T. stay at her apartment as they shared meals together and talked about life for hours.

I first thought that J.T. was this fumbling nerd that was a pain in the ass, Tess thought as she reached the deli, but who of have thought that he was much more than that. She quickly bought two footlongs and walked dainty towards her apartment. Once she got there, she opened the door to see that J.T. was enjoying an afternoon hockey match between the New York Rangers and the Detroit Red Wings. "Hey Buster! Aren't you suppose to be doing some "important" research about that best friend of yours who is in love with my best friend," Tess joked, startling J.T. a bit as he turned his head to face her. "Hey, can't a man enjoy a break once in a while? Oooh, is that pastrami and cheese?" J.T gingerly spoke as he tried to grab a footlong from Tess' hands. Tess realized quickly what he was doing and raised the sandwiches over her head. Being tall had advantages sometimes. Tess smiled a bit as she drew her check close to him, teasing, "You owe me, remember? You can have your sandwich if..." Before she could finish, J.T. gently kissed her on the mouth and reached to grab his sandwich. He smirked as he went back to the sofa to resume watching the hockey match.

Snapping out from a light daze, Tess remembered Catherine's discovery earlier. "Do you know that Catherine has figured us out already? I wonder who dropped the hints to her? You?" Tess spoke up, and she sat next to J.T. on the couch. J.T. shrugged as he kept his eye on the TV. "Should we keep this newly made relationship a secret or should we let New York, better yet, the whole world know about our highly classified relationship?" Tess bantered some more as she began to eat her footlong. J.T sighed lightly, "I don't know. I am not on any government radars at the moment. Are you?" Tess shook her head. "Then, we can announce our relationship then," J.T. continued.

Tess smiled as she bit into her sandwich. Leave it to J.T. to suck the humor out any situation; she playfully thought as she joined in watching the game.

All of a sudden, a special news report flashed on the TV. "Good afternoon, New York. We have a breaking report here at the news office. Last night around 2 am, an unidentified person or thing murdered a homeless man in Brooklyn. There are not many details at this moment. But, we do know that there were brutal claw marks all over the victim's body, suggesting that some animal might have mauled the victim. New York Police warns all citizens to be vigilant as there might be a wild animal out there. We will have more information as the details come in. Meanwhile, back to the game."

J.T. quickly turned off the TV as both him and Tess look at each other, mortified.

"Vincent..."