Beast and the Beauty
Author's Note: I'll try and be as accurate as possible since it's during the Roman Times. I do give warning that there will be everything that the Roman's have, did. And I might just throw stuff in there.
'The Devil take my hand and says child come with me' – Dance on Our Graves, Paper Route
The beauty was pure, filled with so much hidden love, that it was scary. They hated it and hid it among their loved ones, wanting to be better, approach and reach for glory. They didn't want to stop. They had so much to accomplish in their small time frame, but there was obstacles, things they had to face. They had lost so much that they were ready and had nothing to lose, but they wanted real love for their own.
The beast was not pure and was opposite of the beauty. They took lives and stained their hands in blood. Their lips dripped with life and their bodies were filled with hate and want. They craved for what they couldn't have so deeply that it made them desire it more. It was unstoppable, this need. They couldn't stop killing and it hurt, because life was what they wanted. They'd do anything for it, but secretly the beast wanted love, any kind of love.
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"Mother!" He roared out in near anger as he stormed into the hall, his sword slapping against his bare thigh as he faced his mother. She was standing on the side of his father, her hand on his shoulder as he sat in his chair. They were talking, smiling with laughter in their eyes, but it died down as soon as he walked into the room. They turned to him with a confused stare, his father, straightening in the chair, to face him with a hard glare as his mother's was soft. She was still smiling, small, but it was enough.
"Klaus, don't yell at your mother, pregnancy has made her sensitive."
Klaus fell to his mother's belly, it wasn't massive as most women because she wasn't that far along. There was a small bump there and she got the morning sickness, and already being a mother of four, she knew.
"It is alright, Mikael. He must have found out if he is in such an outrage."
Klaus's face turned even redder and he had to hold his face before he said anything that he might regret, but his father raised him to be brass and bold, and humiliated him any chance he had. Klaus's bet was to not show any emotion.
"Mother," He stressed the word, his anger was seeping through his pores. He had to remember to breathe so he wouldn't cause any more harm. The less his father spoke, the better. "There is word around that I'm getting married to a woman from Athens. How is this possible?"
His mother's smile widen and picked up the garments of her dress to step down from the steps, moving towards him, placing a small hand on his shoulder when she reached him, the other hand on his cheek. He leaned into the affection, but he was just so mad.
"When we had the games, last month, I met a woman. She didn't know what they were and I told her about it. Then we continued to talk and we both revealed we had children, who were old enough to marry. She, then, later revealed she was the heir to the Forbes throne. I couldn't pass that up."
Klaus stood there for a moment, clueless, before it finally settled. The Forbes were a family of women, it was said that the God's blessed them with beautiful looks and charm. They won the hearts of many and stole the hearts of others. They were vicious and cunning. He had never met one, but heard tales, tall talk, not like he actually believed it.
"I'm not marrying her, mother. I barely know her." He sounded childish, but he didn't care, he never did.
"Well, son, we'll be going to war much sooner than later and I would like your new wife as pregnant as your mother." His tone was cold as he sat in his chair, leaning to peer at Klaus, one arm coming down on his knee as he leaned. "Plus I'm starting to question your interests. I have never seen you with a woman and I'm sure that your brother hasn't either."
Klaus scoffed at his father's words, rolling his eyes as he looked at the door towards the outside chambers, knowing his said brother was listening in. He turned back, shaking out of his mother's hold and turned to face his father with the iciest glare that he could muster. "Who I deal with is none of your concern, Mikael. And just to piss you off I'll meet the little wench and scare her away. I don't have time for love."
His mother shook her head at him, her arms falling to rest on her small stomach. "Klaus, you must let love in. You can't forget about love."
Klaus shrugged, walking backwards as he focused his eyes on his mother, his tone softening as he spoke to her. "Maybe, mother, but aren't you also questioning my interests too?"
Her mouth slightly fell open and she stood there, not sure what to say.
Klaus nodded, shaking his head with a small laugh leaving his lips, turning around on his heel to walk out. He couldn't be there anymore with his parents. He felt crowded.
And then, Mikael called out from behind him as he was leaving.
"She'll be here in three more days, son."
Klaus growled low in his chest and held up a hand before putting it down, opening the doors to have his younger brother Gabriel and his wife, Katherina meet him there. She was eyeing him up and down with a glint that he knew well.
He brushed passed them both, knocking his shoulder into his brother as the door closed slowly behind him. Now he wanted to be gone from the place. He wanted out.
"You know brother; I was just being a good one and suggesting that you should marry. It's not like you have too."
Klaus looked back over his shoulder, glancing at them both, shaking his head. "Brother, stay out of my business. I would hate for your tiny brain to collapse under all the thinking."
His brother froze, instantly twisting his face into a scowl. Katherina was just smirking, amused by the banter. She loved it when they did that.
"Come on, Klaus, be nice. I'm not saying you have to love this woman. Use her for children and once she gets old, cut her throat." She was joking, but Klaus turned fully around to face her, his tone serious.
"I could do that?"
Katherina nodded, ignoring her husband as he turned to her, confused.
"You marry the girl, knock her up once and then you don't have to anymore." She smirked, raising her hands to brush over his tunic. "Unless you enjoy the love making that you just can't stop."
Klaus watched her hands, grabbing them, leaning to eye her closely, their noses barely touching. "Don't tempt me, Katherina. My brother might enjoy your company, but I don't. I don't have time for games."
Katherina pulled from his hold and stepped back, settling into his brother's chest. His arms around her middle, his chin on her shoulder.
"I was too suggesting." She arched a brow at him, amused even more, pulling her hands from Klaus to grab onto Gabriel's while pulling him along to follow her and he did, leaving Klaus alone with himself and his thoughts.
He waited till they disappeared before he too went off, heading for his bed chamber, wanting to be alone for the rest of the day, night even, or for the next three.
Once he reached his bed chamber, he took off his clothes and laid within the sheets; bare and exposed, the sheet pooling around his waist, his arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking and even though he hated to admit it. Katherina was right. He just had to father children, even one and he wouldn't have to love her, at all, but as he lied in his bed, alone. He realized that he was afraid to marry. He didn't deserve such happiness. He was cursed and bad things happened to him when he put his guard down.
So, he couldn't marry this girl because if he did. She'd die just as his brother had, in his arms.
He couldn't have that. She was innocent, but he only had to touch her just, once and that was it, no more.
"Fine" He said out loud to himself, deciding it was best to go with Katherina's plan, plus she wouldn't love him. He was something you just didn't want to love, his father told him so.
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"I'm not doing this." The long haired blonde shouted at her mother as they sat across from each other as the horses pulled their velvet red chariot along the land, rocks flew from the wheels path.
Her mother replied with a voice as cool as ice and hot like fire. "You'll do it because I asked. We're halfway there, why turn back around, waste the horses' energy? Caroline stop being so difficult, it's irritating."
Caroline rolled her blue orbs, turning her head from her mother's glare. "You can't compel people to do as you want. They have free will. They have choices; me marrying the Lord's son will destroy all of Rome. What you did, will hurt us."
Her mother chuckled, her hand tightening around the goblet she was holding, bringing it to her lips, the red liquid staining her pale lips making them a blood red.
"Your weakness for those pathetic humans will end you. We are not like them. We are superior. I will not stand by and watch you waste your life away because you won't do." She tossed her head back, taking the cup with her, swallowing all of her drink down. She licked her lips once she was finished, nearly moaning how sweet the blood tasted. Her dark eyes falling on Caroline as she placed the cup in between the dead woman's lap as she lay out on the floor, her neck slashed. Her dark eyes then fell on her long dark green dress, smoothing it out, fixing the wrinkles. Her long dark curly hair falling over her eyes before she swept them back, facing Caroline once again.
"I won't do because they have a choice as much as we do. I'm supposed to be marrying a man who I don't even know. He doesn't even know about what we are. Everyone across the lands has heard of my fortune. I'm the one who saved it all, not you. Watch your tongue."
Her mother scoffed, her dark eyes becoming darker. "Don't tempt me, Caroline. I could bring…."
Caroline came rushing forward, across the space between them, throwing herself at her mother, her hand around her neck, gripping it tightly between her small hand, her blue eyes becoming darker, discolored veins appearing down her cheeks, her mouth opening to show off small sharp fangs.
"Isobel, I made you. Don't you dare raise your tone at me as if you have any kind of power. I made you, mother. I can rip out your heart and feed on your blood and not care if you died." Her hand tighten as she spoke only having Isobel to gasp, her nails trying to dig into Caroline's shoulder, wanting her off.
But Caroline shrugged it off, snarling her next words, shaking Isobel slightly. "I don't know what has gotten into your head since I made you my mother, but if your tongue decides to slip while we are there. I will give you the worst punishment possible. Is that clear?" Caroline tilted her head, showing off her fangs, they grew longer as seconds passed, as she growled.
Isobel nodded her head, fear spreading through her eyes. "Yes, mother. I won't let it slip. I swear."
Caroline nodded, her demonic face fading as she quickly sat back, eying Isobel with an arched brow, her legs crossed as her hands fixed her dress. Her hand resting on her thigh, plucking out the small threads in her dress as if nothing happened between them just moments before, only Isobel grabbed for her throat, trying to release the tension that was there was what gave it away.
And in the middle of their tousle the woman had rolled over, the glass falling off of her onto the floor.
"I'm sorry, mother, but I'm tired of lounging around in Athens. I have needs as a woman and would like to be around new meat, especially because they make fine warriors over there. Aren't you tired of confiding by their rules? We are over them. We own them. I have too much pride and will not bend to their rules. We are gods, Caroline, understand that with a small snap. We can murder entire towns." Isobel ran her hands through her curls, trying to fix the small mess on her head.
Caroline cocked her head, her eyes locked on Isobel, disagreeing with everything that her child said. She was about to open her mouth, but decided against it, and Isobel opened hers to continue.
"Think about it, we can feed from them without killing them. We can mate with whoever we want too. You will marry The Lord's son and make love to him so much that he won't be able to stand and slowly, we can take over. Turn some of their soldiers so they won't die. We can do so much; just let me have a little fun. I won't get caught. I promise."
Caroline sighed; taking in her child's words, knowing that she was right and found herself perking up at the making love part, because of what she was, the mating was intense. It felt like the entire world was coming undone around them. She had only experienced it once and found herself liking it a lot more than she thought she would, but she didn't tell Isobel that. She allowed herself to listen to her stories, secretly taking notes, because Isobel was very descriptive in her tales, but Caroline adored it. Her child was having fun.
"Fine, but if something goes wrong or if someone dies and comes back. We are compelling all and leaving."
Isobel nodded, bouncing in her seat as the chariot moved on. The guy sitting above them whipped the horses faster, hearing their entire conversation. A sinister glint in his eyes as the horses picked up speed, already anxious to go to Rome.
~Two days later~
"Come on, we can do better than that. Move it, Clarie."
The woman named Clarie, nodded her head and ran around the dining hall. The other maids followed suit, rearranging everything, placing all the food and deserts together as Klaus's mother stood by and watched.
"Ester, my darling, it's not that important."
Ester turned to face her husband as he entered the room in his royal robes. His eyes looked around the dining hall, taking it in, his stomach growling at the sight of the food that covered the entire table.
"Klaus is meeting the woman he'll be with for the rest of his life. I'm excited for this." She nodded, a small tear running down her eyes. She wiped it away, smiling softly, leaning into Mikael as he stood behind her.
"Sadly, I'm not."
Klaus entered the room, his hands gripping his sword tightly as he entered. He looked around, his gaze settling on the table before settling on his parents.
"When is she arriving?" He asked, eying their embrace, disgust growing within him as he watched, knowing that his wife would want to be all cutesy with him when he was just going to take her to bed till she was with child and then that was it.
No more touching.
His mother's smile got wider as she heard Klaus's words. "Sooner than we expected, probably later on tonight. Her chariot was seen outside the gates."
Klaus's eyes slightly widen as he heard his mother's words. She was just outside the gate and didn't they tell him it would take three days before she arrived there. He fought himself from not nibbling on his lip from the forming nerves that erupted through him. He held his face, tilting his head back, his chin up to glance over at his father, whose eyes were on Clarie, watching her with lust in his eyes. He shook his head, clearing his throat loud enough to draw the attention of his father and his mother. Her eyes were lost among the things around them as well.
"I thought you said three days, two have passed."
His mother shrugged, smiling, her hands rubbing her belly in circles, soothing herself. "I'm more shocked myself. The closer they get, the more I smile. My second oldest will be off to marry. That makes me proud of you. You have grown into a fine young man." She walked over to him, her lips meeting his cheek and his stance softened as she did so. He always felt relaxed around his mother.
But then, he heard his father's words in the back and he stiffened again, stepping back from his mother.
"He isn't a man. He's still a little boy running around in big men's armor. Get rid of the sword, son. I won't let you ruin this for me." His tone was rough as well as his eyes.
Klaus eyed his father in disgust, shrugging, clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth.
"You marry the wench then." He turned in a rush, scoffing as he stormed out, passing his brother and Katherina as they watched the whole scene. It was silence between them as the maids moved about. Katherina raised her hand and broke the silence with her cool voice.
"Father, if you want Klaus to behave you have to feed him some treats like you do the warriors that win the games."
Ester, Mikael, and Gabriel perked up, interested in what she had to say.
"I give them women." He said, wondering where she was going with this.
Katherina nodded, biting her bottom lip with her teeth. "Exactly, give Klaus what he wants."
Mikael grinned, understanding what she meant. Gabriel chuckled, laughing loudly. Ester shook her head and left, heading for the kitchen to see what was being prepared, her hunger pains were kicking in.
They were so caught up in their own, they never noticed one maid who had stopped working and had listened to their conversation.
Alright, I'm shaky about this one. Please tell what you think of it. I really want to know.