Candles lit themselves as she walked, leading her to one of the
dining rooms she'd discovered earlier. It was the largest, and darkest of
the three she'd found. Table, which could probably comfortably seat
slightly over a hundred, was positioned in the middle of the room and the
light from the candles, which were the only source of light in the room,
barley managed to get past the chairs.
"Good evening, Serena." The deep growl-like voice of The Beast sounded from somewhere in the darkness.
"Good evening Beast." She said, glad her voice didn't quaver. She did not want to be afraid of him; he'd given his word that no harm would come to her from him, and for now she would believe him. Cautiously she moved towards the table, feeling safer when she was in the light.
"May I join you, Serena?" He asked. Seemingly materializing out of the darkness on the other side of the table. Serena bowed her head slightly; he'd invited her, why should he ask to join her?
"As you wish, my lord, you are the master here, and you invited me, I found the note under my door." She said.
The Beast looked puzzled for a moment, then muttered, "Oh yes, I'd forgotten."
His voice had more of a growl in it than before, which made Serena tense. She looked for her place and realized that the place had only one setting, at the head of the table. He moved to the chair and pulled it out for her. With slight hesitation, she sat, and looked down to see her plate suddenly filled; now how had that happened?
"Are you not going to eat also my lord?" She asked.
"Beast. Just call me Beast. And no, I'm not. I'm a beast," He said bitterly, the growl in his voice growing, "I cannot eat like a man."
"Oh." Was all Serena could think to say.
The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence. Serena had thousands of questions running through her mind. Through them she began to feel angry. Why had he separated her from her family? Was she just supposed to go along as if he'd done nothing? Suddenly she couldn't stand it anymore. She abruptly set down her knife and fork and looked straight into his dark, midnight blue eyes.
"Why have you brought me here?" She demanded.
"You came here in order to spare your father's life." The Beast said.
"I didn't ask why I came! I asked why you brought me here! Why did you wish to kill my Father over a rose! And why trade me for his life?" She shouted.
"Do not speak to me in that manner, I am the Master of this Castle! I own everything in it!"
"No you don't, you don't own me!" She shouted, how dare he claim ownership over her!
"Your life for his, it's a fair trade. You could have left him to me." He roared
"You threatened to murder my father over a rose! A stupid rose! What was I supposed to do? Just let him die? You're nothing but a. a. a heartless monster!" She screamed and fled. Hearing dishes smash to the floor behind her and his horrifying growl, she almost thought he was chasing after her! She put on extra speed and all but flew into her rooms, slamming the door behind her.
Zoicite stared regretfully at the door before locking it. He'd really done it this time. The child was terrified! Not to mention angry. She was more angry than terrified though, which was saying a lot. "Zoicite, why did you lock her in?" Nephrite asked. His voice sounding hazily close. Zoicite turned and saw the shadow that was Nephrite standing a few feet away.
"I didn't lock her in, I locked him out!" She explained.
"Zoicite, surely you don't think? Zoicite you can't possibly think he would harm the girl, do you?"
"Under normal circumstances I don't think he would, but Nephrite, I've never seen him so angry! The women who have found this place before have set him off, but never like this! I was sure for a minute he was going to go after her!" Zoicite whispered desperately. The curse had affected most of the household. All the others had been reduced to silent completely invisible ghosts, which Zoicite was sure accounted for all the drafts in the place. Zoicite, Nephrite, Malachite, and Jedeite were made shadows. They had been lucky. The Prince, whose temper had always been short and rather violent, was now worse than before. It surprised them all when he had managed to act so civil to her before hand. Malachite rounded the stairs and approached them, "How is she?"
"She isn't well, Malachite. She is mad, yes. But she is also scared that he was lying when he said that he wouldn't harm her, judging by his actions in the dining room, even though she didn't see them, I'd say her fears aren't misplaced." Zoicite answered.
Malachite sounded almost cheerful as he said, "Yes, but she didn't back down! Sure she ran."
"Who wouldn't?" Nephrite mumbled.
"But She stood up to him, told him exactly what she thought of him. None of the others did that before, to afraid of being eaten. It may have done a little damage, but now. I believe he has met his match."
Zoicite could feel his hope, she hated to put a damper on it but someone had to talk him down from the clouds, considering he was supposed to talk them out of the clouds when they got to hopeful.
"Malachite, she ran away from him! Darien backs down to no one, how can you say he's met his match? Granted, the child it more promising than the others."
"Zoicite, have faith," It was Jedeite speaking this time, he sounded weary, and shaken, "She is still unaccustomed to this place, and our master. You'll see, as soon as she's more settled, she won't bend so easily."
"And what of our master Jedeite?" Nephritie asked.
"Hunting, to blow off steam."
"Good, at least he's not here doing that, all the racket he makes would scare her more!" Zoicite stated. The others agreed, and bade each other good night. Zoicite stayed behind incase the child needed help.
Well, that was quite a longish chapter. got an inspiration blerb. thanks for the suggestions! I want more reviews.as always. oh and in this fic ZOICITE IS FEMALE ALRIGHT! I acknowledge the fact that she's a he in the original, but for this fic HES A SHE! We clear? No? Well tough.
"Good evening, Serena." The deep growl-like voice of The Beast sounded from somewhere in the darkness.
"Good evening Beast." She said, glad her voice didn't quaver. She did not want to be afraid of him; he'd given his word that no harm would come to her from him, and for now she would believe him. Cautiously she moved towards the table, feeling safer when she was in the light.
"May I join you, Serena?" He asked. Seemingly materializing out of the darkness on the other side of the table. Serena bowed her head slightly; he'd invited her, why should he ask to join her?
"As you wish, my lord, you are the master here, and you invited me, I found the note under my door." She said.
The Beast looked puzzled for a moment, then muttered, "Oh yes, I'd forgotten."
His voice had more of a growl in it than before, which made Serena tense. She looked for her place and realized that the place had only one setting, at the head of the table. He moved to the chair and pulled it out for her. With slight hesitation, she sat, and looked down to see her plate suddenly filled; now how had that happened?
"Are you not going to eat also my lord?" She asked.
"Beast. Just call me Beast. And no, I'm not. I'm a beast," He said bitterly, the growl in his voice growing, "I cannot eat like a man."
"Oh." Was all Serena could think to say.
The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence. Serena had thousands of questions running through her mind. Through them she began to feel angry. Why had he separated her from her family? Was she just supposed to go along as if he'd done nothing? Suddenly she couldn't stand it anymore. She abruptly set down her knife and fork and looked straight into his dark, midnight blue eyes.
"Why have you brought me here?" She demanded.
"You came here in order to spare your father's life." The Beast said.
"I didn't ask why I came! I asked why you brought me here! Why did you wish to kill my Father over a rose! And why trade me for his life?" She shouted.
"Do not speak to me in that manner, I am the Master of this Castle! I own everything in it!"
"No you don't, you don't own me!" She shouted, how dare he claim ownership over her!
"Your life for his, it's a fair trade. You could have left him to me." He roared
"You threatened to murder my father over a rose! A stupid rose! What was I supposed to do? Just let him die? You're nothing but a. a. a heartless monster!" She screamed and fled. Hearing dishes smash to the floor behind her and his horrifying growl, she almost thought he was chasing after her! She put on extra speed and all but flew into her rooms, slamming the door behind her.
Zoicite stared regretfully at the door before locking it. He'd really done it this time. The child was terrified! Not to mention angry. She was more angry than terrified though, which was saying a lot. "Zoicite, why did you lock her in?" Nephrite asked. His voice sounding hazily close. Zoicite turned and saw the shadow that was Nephrite standing a few feet away.
"I didn't lock her in, I locked him out!" She explained.
"Zoicite, surely you don't think? Zoicite you can't possibly think he would harm the girl, do you?"
"Under normal circumstances I don't think he would, but Nephrite, I've never seen him so angry! The women who have found this place before have set him off, but never like this! I was sure for a minute he was going to go after her!" Zoicite whispered desperately. The curse had affected most of the household. All the others had been reduced to silent completely invisible ghosts, which Zoicite was sure accounted for all the drafts in the place. Zoicite, Nephrite, Malachite, and Jedeite were made shadows. They had been lucky. The Prince, whose temper had always been short and rather violent, was now worse than before. It surprised them all when he had managed to act so civil to her before hand. Malachite rounded the stairs and approached them, "How is she?"
"She isn't well, Malachite. She is mad, yes. But she is also scared that he was lying when he said that he wouldn't harm her, judging by his actions in the dining room, even though she didn't see them, I'd say her fears aren't misplaced." Zoicite answered.
Malachite sounded almost cheerful as he said, "Yes, but she didn't back down! Sure she ran."
"Who wouldn't?" Nephrite mumbled.
"But She stood up to him, told him exactly what she thought of him. None of the others did that before, to afraid of being eaten. It may have done a little damage, but now. I believe he has met his match."
Zoicite could feel his hope, she hated to put a damper on it but someone had to talk him down from the clouds, considering he was supposed to talk them out of the clouds when they got to hopeful.
"Malachite, she ran away from him! Darien backs down to no one, how can you say he's met his match? Granted, the child it more promising than the others."
"Zoicite, have faith," It was Jedeite speaking this time, he sounded weary, and shaken, "She is still unaccustomed to this place, and our master. You'll see, as soon as she's more settled, she won't bend so easily."
"And what of our master Jedeite?" Nephritie asked.
"Hunting, to blow off steam."
"Good, at least he's not here doing that, all the racket he makes would scare her more!" Zoicite stated. The others agreed, and bade each other good night. Zoicite stayed behind incase the child needed help.
Well, that was quite a longish chapter. got an inspiration blerb. thanks for the suggestions! I want more reviews.as always. oh and in this fic ZOICITE IS FEMALE ALRIGHT! I acknowledge the fact that she's a he in the original, but for this fic HES A SHE! We clear? No? Well tough.