Chapter Twenty Five

Late Night

(Beast POV)

It was growing late and I noticed that Roses reading was becoming more sluggish and her eyes were closing more often.

"Rose" I said in a mere whisper, "I think it's time for you to get some rest. You haven't slept that well for a few days. Maybe going to bed early tonight will be better for you."

She looked up at me with her emerald eyes and blinked a little,

"Can't I just read a little more? Please Master? It's just getting to the good part. The knight finally reaches the castle and is trying to-"

I shook my head; she was so persistent when it came to reading.

"NO!"

I saw her shake a little when I yelled and I immediately regretted it because she then stood up, brushed off her dress, and looked at me sadly.

"Yes Master."

She walked to the door slowly, leaving the library, as she left she turned to me,

"Good night Master."

I stood up, thinking about apologizing. But I knew that she wasn't in the mood for talking right now after I had just yelled at her.

Damn. Why did I yell at her? All she wanted to do was read a little longer and I couldn't even let her do that.

You're going soft Beast. Keep this up and you may even let her go outside by herself!

I have a name and you know that! And why shouldn't I let her go by herself?

Do you seriously think that if you gave her the chance to go out there that she won't try and run away? She hates it here and she hates you!

"SILENCE!" I yelled. All of a sudden I heard my voice echo throughout the library.

You see that? You are alone. She will never learn to love a monster; you will stay the Beast that you are!

I stood up. I couldn't take the pestering from the other side of me. But as I was heading to the entrance of the Library I looked back and said to myself,

"I…I can't be alone. As long as she is here I have hope."

You may think so Beast. But I can tell you that you are right, you're not alone. I'm here with you and I will never leave, even if you wanted me to. Hahahahaha!

I left my sanctuary, slamming the door as I left. The fire flickered; never going out till all of the wood would be burnt to ash.