The Beast POV:
I stood on the balcony outside of my bedroom. The sky was dark and I wished it would consume me. I silently wished that the darkness would consume me. If only I could get past the gates of this god forsaken castle than I could have the rest of my family's heads plastered somewhere in the castle.
I could be an invincible leader and Prince of the Gemini Coven, but no my family reduced me to this. I thought.
And Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett, the Bennett witch deliberately disobeyed me. I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance. I would have killed her already if she was not somewhat useful. I guessed it was never too late.
I gripped the rails on the balcony so tightly my knuckles turned white. I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, and I did not care enough to turn around.
"Go away, Lumiere." I said knowing it was him.
"I am sorry to disturb you Master. I just wanted to see if you were all right. You missed dinner tonight and we both know that is unlike you."
I scoffed. "Maybe I am trying to kill myself slowly." I said and Lumiere frowned.
"Why would you want to do that? You have found the answer to all of our problems." Lumiere said and I looked over at him.
"Oh, and what is that?" I said considering throwing him over the balcony.
"The girl of course. She is the key to breaking the curse Monsieur." Lumiere stated and I sneered.
"Please, I will never care about her. She is lucky to still be breathing. I hate to break it to you, but the spell is never going to be broken. I don't care about anyone but myself, my appearance is going to be permanent." I spat eyeing Lumiere and he slowly backed away.
"Whatever you say Master, but you should at least consider what I said. The girl may be a servant but she deserves to be treated better."
Lumiere said and I shook my head at his ignorance.
The Next Day
Bonnie POV:
My back ached as I leaned it against the solid stone wall. My eyelids rose and fell constantly, but I refused to go to sleep. This was my punishment for not killing the Beast when I had a chance.
I was cold and dirty, and I wondered how long it would take for me to die. I heard a low clicking noise and then the door suddenly opened. It opened with a loud creaking noise. The Beast stood in the doorway, and I could not read his expression.
"Don't be alarmed." He said raising one of his hands.
"I need you to follow me." The Beast replied gesturing his hand toward me.
I hesitated, then I figured I had nothing else to lose.
I followed him out of the prison tower and down the one of the halls in the East Wing. The hallway was filled with large bedrooms and it was not dark like the other areas of the castle. In the center of the hallway was several paintings plastered onto the crimson colored wall. One painting's caught my attention specifically. There were several people in the peculiar painting, and I realized that the Beast was missing from all of the paintings. I tore my gaze from the painting and dismissed the thought.
We walked toward the first bedroom at the end of the hall. The Beast unlocked the bedroom door with a key.
"This is your bedroom from now on. You are released from your work early today. I want you to join me for dinner, be ready by five o' clock." The Beast said and I stood by the door like a statue.
"I would rather starve to death than eat dinner with you." I snapped and the Beast turned around swiftly.
"After your last stent I don't think you want to address me like that Bon. Have you forgotten about the hex I put on your father? All I have to do is say the spell and he dies instantly." The Beast replied moving towards me.
I could fill the anger burn inside of me.
"I will see you at dinner." The Beast said with a smiling forming his lips.
The Beast walked away, and I opened the bedroom door. I slammed the door behind me, and I looked around the bright lit, large bedroom.
The room had a large cotton filled bed with dark red silk sheets. The sheets reminded of the color of blood. Across from the bed was a wardrobe and behind the wardrobe was a window. On other side of the wardrobe was a tall mirror and across from the mirror was a dressing area. The room had a dark and somehow warm feeling to it. I refused to be deceived by its appearance.
I sat down on the bed and the softness of the cotton and silk sheets provided me with some comfort despite my oppression. I leaned my aching back against the velvet sheets, and I began to think about my father. He might be healed from his illness, but I knew he was still not truly well.
He needed me there to watch over him. Several minutes passed by, and I began to dwell on my hate for the Beast. My hate caused my overexerted mind to become exhausted, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Damon POV:
I heard a loud knock on the door of my lady's front door. I rushed down stairs in nothing but my trousers.
When I finally arrived down the stairs I opened the door to be greeted by the slave or servant Rudy, Bonnie's father.
"What are you doing here?" I asked squinting my eyes from the bright, blazing sunlight. Three bottles of bourbon and making love to Elena all night had taken its toll.
"I should ask you the same thing Master Salvatore." Rudy replied boldly.
He gazed at my attire. "My father isn't around you can refer to me as Damon."
"Well, all right Damon." Rudy said and I opened the door wider.
"You still have not answered my question. I thought you no longer worked for the Gilberts."
"I don't. I am here about Bonnie." Rudy said and my raised my brows in suspicion.
I was about to speak until I head heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Jeremiah.
"Are you two discussing something about Bonnie?" Jeremiah said standing at the bottom of the stairs.
My eyes shot to the ceiling in annoyance.
"No." I said hoping he would fall for it.
"Yes." Rudy said walking past me and entering the Gilbert home. I shut the door behind him.
"What about the little witch?" I questioned wanting to know if my valuable slave was in trouble.
"She is in trouble. In case you weren't aware I was on the verge of death a few days ago. I tried to beat death but I knew that I was living on borrowed time, so I decided to become a responsible father. Bonnie sacrifices her life for everyone, and I figured it was time for me to do the same for her. I wanted to do one good thing before I departed. I thought I found a sign when I received a mysterious letter from a wealthy family by the name of Parker. The letter was a job offer to be a servant. The location was signed on the letter, and I traveled through the dark forest to find a large, old enchanted castle. When I arrived inside of the castle I heard these faint whispers, and I thought it was my imagination.
I walked further into the castle, and I was attacked by some deformed creature. After he attacked me he locked me in one of his underground prisons. He threatened to kill me by saying some witch spell or to make Bonnie his slave forever." Rudy stated.
"And she chose to remain his slave forever." I finished.
"Of course." I said astonished at the judgmental witch potential.
"We have to save her." Jeremiah announced charging towards the door.
"Wait a second, both of you should consider yourself fortunate because I happen to know the Parker witch coven, and something tells me they will not be too pleased at the news of Malachai holding a Bennett witch captive. They would not hesitate to destroy the Beast once and for all." I replied walking between Rudy and Jeremiah.
"There is more to the story isn't there." Jeremiah replied and I was proud he finally grasped something.
"Not much, except the simple fact that I have bad blood with the Parker family, and I will not be joining either of you on this rescue or suicide mission. But I can offer you the instructions to find the coven."
"All right then we have a deal." Rudy broke in and I walked toward the nearest bottle of bourbon.
Bonnie POV:
I lifted my heavy eyelids slowly while I heard a loud knock on the door.
"Mademoiselle!" I heard a female voice call.
The knocking on the door continued and I had no other choice but to get out of bed. I walked toward the door and the knocking became louder.
When I opened the door there was an overweight woman with rogue on her cheeks and a bright smile.
"Bonjour Bonnie!" She yelled running past me with several dresses in her hands.
She placed several of the dresses into a white wardrobe in the corner of the room one of the dresses were lying on her shoulder.
"I have the perfect dress for you. You need to change, so you will not be late for Master's dinner." She stated lying the royal blue dress on the bed.
"I'm sorry who are you?" I asked.
"Oh my apologies, my names is Madame Armoire, and I am the Masters servant. He has placed me in charge of your wardrobe. I spent all night working on your wardrobe." Madame Armoire stated with enthusiasm clear in her voice.
Her demeanor was overwhelming just like everyone else in the castle.
"Thank you, but I am not joining the Beast for dinner."
"Pardon me Miss Bennett but you must join Master for dinner, he will not take no for answer."
"I don't see how that affects me." I said sitting down on the bed.
"It not only affects you Miss Bennett, it affects all of us. I suggest you get dressed and consider joining the Beast. Dinner starts in three minutes and he will be expecting you." Madame Armoire said before walking out of the room.
After Madame Armoire left the room I thought about what she said. How could not eating with the Beast affect everyone in the castle? I decided to dismiss the thought, and I immediately felt guilty. If I was going to have dinner with the Beast it would not be for him but it would be to help the servants.
I rose from the bed, and I dressed in the simple royal blue dress. The dress fit tightly around my waist and there was a tight lace collar sewn from the bosom of the dress to my neck. The royal blue dress had quarter length sleeves and flared at the bottom. The bottom of the dress fell to my feet, and I was surprisingly comfortable. Madame Armoire did not bring a pair of shoes or a hair brush, so I had no other choice but to wear my boots and head rag.
It did not matter anyway. I thought. Once I was done dressing I straightened out the bed sheets and I exited the spacious room. I walked down the stairs and towards the room and I saw Lumiere standing in the foyer.
"Right this way, Mademoiselle." He guided me into the dining room.
When I entered the dining area I was stunned to see there was nothing in it. The dining room was dimly lit by candles that were lined up on the long dining table. The table was covered in plates of food. I saw the Beast sitting on the other end of the table. His eyes followed my every move, and I watched him closely as well.
Lumiere pulled out my chair, and I thanked him for his kind gesture.
"That will be all Lumiere." The Beast replied trying to dismiss Lumiere.
"As you wish, Master." Lumiere said with and bow and then he left the dining room.
"Why do you mistreat all of your servants?" I questioned and the Beast just glared at me tiredly.
"It astounds me that you think I just mistreat my servants." The Beast placing a piece of glazed hen into mouth.
There was a sliver bowl of boeuf bourgignon sitting in front of me with a large silver spoon beside. The soup looked completely unappetizing because I was too disgusted to eat.
"Is there is anyone else for you to degrade besides me? What about the painting on my bedroom hall?"
"You should eat, your stew is getting cold. You were already five minutes late." The Beast still watching my closely from the other end of the table.
He tried to intimidate me, but I refused to melt under his gaze.
"If it were not for your servant Madame Armoire, I would still be in my room resting. By the way, I don't mean to sound insulting, but I have noticed that something is off with all of the servants I have met." I said and saw the beast tare into piece of dark meat. He ate the meat like a ravenous animal.
"Care to explain." I said unconsciously placing the spoon into my bowl.
After the Beast chewed and swallowed several pieces of meat in sighed in clear agitation. "Since you are a Bennett witch I would have thought you would have figured it out by now, but I guess not. This castle is cursed Bonnie. The castle is enchanted and all of its inhabitants are cursed with an illness. Lumiere has an unusual obsession with perfection and cleanliness, Cogsworth occasionally find himself in a fit of rage and agitation, Ms. Pott's is plagued with continuous episodes of sadness, the irritating rat Chip is always hyper, Madame Armoire has a fear of loneliness, and the list goes on." The Beast said placing a stewed potato into his mouth.
"And what is your illness?" I replied not allowing my eyes to leave his deformed face.
His eccentric features where shown by the dim candle light in the dark and cool dining room. The Beast watched me as I waited for his answer.
"Is it not obvious or must I spell it out for you? I am a psychopath Bonnie!" The Beast exclaimed abruptly rising from his chair.
I was unfazed by his sudden announcement, but he was correct I knew he was insane. Anyone who could imprison a sick innocent man was a true criminal who deserved to be trapped behind the gates of Hell.
"You are right, you are a sick and deranged creature, but who are those people in the painting, and why or how was everyone cursed?" I questioned demanding more answers.
The Beast grunted loudly and he threw his chair out of his way. The chair flew onto the other side of the dining room. I did not flinch at the loud noise.
"If you want to know more follow me." He instructed storming out of the dining room. I slowly stood from my chair refusing to follow behind him eagerly. I was not that desperate for answers.
I walked up the stairs towards the hall where my bedroom was located. The painting was sitting beside the fourth room on the hall. I saw the Beast staring at the painting intensely like he was lost in a trance. I walked beside him and we both gazed at the picture in silence.
The painting was outside of the castle. The scenery seemed to be a beautiful, warm autumn day with yellow and browns leaves on the ground. There were six small children with bright smiles painted on their faces, one young adult woman, and a middle aged male and female standing in the center of the painting. They were all crowded together and I assumed it was a family portrait. The family stood in front of the tall gates of the castle with the beautiful scenery surrounding them. It all seemed completely normal.
"This is my prison. This castle is my prison. I have been cursed for eighteen years. I was a twenty two year old man the year the curse was placed on the castle and I have been trapped ever since."
"So you were cursed with a psychotic illness?" I said.
"No, I have always been a psychopath which is exactly why we were cursed. I killed all four of my younger siblings. The happiness you see in this painting was ripped away from them in an instant and I would do it again if I had the opportunity." The Beast said.
I scoffed.
"Don't look at me like that. They deserved it, my father physically and verbally abused me because I was different from the rest of the family. I do not possess magic like the rest of them, so they viewed me as an abomination. The only thing I looked had to look forward to was becoming leader of my coven, the Gemini Coven. I was going to be Malachai Parker Prince of the Gemini Coven, which I did succeed at becoming the leader. I merged with the young woman you see in this painting, that young woman was my twin sister, Josette. After I killed almost all of my younger siblings there were only two left, so I made Josette a deal. Either she could merge with me or I could kill our younger twin siblings. Of course she chose to merge with me. When twins in the Gemini Coven merge one dies and the stronger one lives and becomes leader of the coven. I felt slightly guilty about killing Josette, she was my favorite." The Beast or Malachai said getting lost in thought.
"What happened after your sister died?" I asked. I could not believe I was questioning a merciless murderer.
"After Josette passed my parents saw the massacre of the children at home and immediately found me. The entire coven tracked me down, and did a powerful spell. A spell I did not realize would be the end of my life. I possessed Josette's magic temporarily, my father took that away from me. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bedroom in the castle." The Beast said and I almost caught a somber expression in his eyes.
"Did you ever try to seek revenge against them?" I asked concerned for innocent lives.
The Beast laughed loudly. The laugh sound light compared to his monstrous appearance and personality. "Of course I tried. But I am bound to this God damned castle. I cannot cross any land beyond the castle's gates."
"Good." I said without thinking.
The Beast sneered. "I don't believe the other servant feel that way." He said and I knew he wanted to make me guilty about my response.
I stood by my response, and the Beast eyes gazed at me harshly. "I noticed you did not complete your chores today." He replied eyeing curiously.
"And?" I said folding my arms across my chest.
"And I will not reprimand you this time." He said with his eyes suddenly falling to the floor. He was uncomfortable with any considerate act.
I watched him unsure of what he would do next.
"Goodnight Bonnie." The Beast said looking into my eyes again.
He backed away from me and began walking away. I remained in place as he walked down the hallway.
"Goodnight Beast." I said refusing to call him by his actual name, Malachai. He would always be a beast to me."
I walked toward my bedroom and hoped for at least one good night of sleep.
AN: Hello people. It has been a while. First of all I want to say thank you for the reviews, favs, and follows. It keeps me going and writing. I am happy because I made an A average in my English class so thanks for wishing my luck! Now I have two weeks of a difficult math class to take which I was supposed to be studying for tonight, so I should not be writing right now.
Anyway yay there is somewhat of a backstory in this chapter. I hope it was pleasing. Forgive me for errors or bad writing I wrote this at a bad time.
Lastly, tomorrow June 28 is my nineteen birthday! I got a hunger games cake! I might post a picture of it next time. Thanks as always for reading.
Additional: Can anyone guess the mental illnesses?