Chapter Five: Picnic-ity Basket
It didn't take long for the Beast to realize all of his servants and maids and assistants had all murdered themselves, for when it was time for dinner that evening, no one was around to serve it to him. There were no chairs to sit in. There were no plates or glasses to eat or drink out of. Even the napkins were missing.
Digging deep into his animalistic nature, Beast decided that he and Belle should go have a picnic instead.
"A picnic?" Belle couldn't believe her ears.
"We have nothing to eat here; we will have to find it on the road."
"I don't understand-"
"You will. Be patient with me, Belle." The Beast told her.
Belle did her best to be quiet, her patience worn thin after being with the tame Beast for so long- only to find him tame once again! It was maddening to her. Once outside, Beast noticed her mood was sour almost instantly because of the way she saddled the horse; she was struggling violently to adjust the bottom strap that she started crying.
At once, the Beast went over to her and gathered her tightly into his arms with such strength that she could not breathe. "My beautiful Belle..." he breathed into her hair. "I love you..."
He opened his mouth and clamped it over hard over her shoulder, his teeth sinking in deep; crimson drops spilled out onto the grass, the woman screaming with pleasure. She leaned into his chest as he ground his teeth together over the wound; the woman shivered all over, becoming lethargic as yet more blood poured out between them. It was as if the two of them had created something very special; the red was so bright and so raw it was both beautiful and blinding. The Beast ripped his teeth away from her, pushing her roughly to the ground with his paws; he towered over her, mouth dripping with her blood. Belle's eyes filled with tears of gratitude. She felt ready to die and ready to live. It was a very confusing time for Belle.
The Beast turned away from her, even going as far to kick dirt in her face before he started adjusting the horse's saddle.
Coughing, Belle slowly got to her weak, her legs weak, her wound pulsing with a mind of it's own.
"Get on the horse and follow me." the Animal told her, giving the horse a gentle pet between the ears before he loped off towards the two iron gates surrounding his castle. Indeed, the Beast did lope, much like a giant rabbit. His low-bent posture proved something crucial about his nature; he was finally free.
Belle climbed onto the horse and grabbed the reigns, her breath coming out in quick heaves from the throbbing pain in her shoulder. Blinking quickly to focus her mind, Belle gave the horse a gentle kick and trotted after the Beast.
She followed him in this way for several long minutes, in which Belle was knocked up and down by the galloping horse, her hair getting tangled in low-hanging tree limbs; bark cutting freshly into her shoulder-wound. She was tired and kept sweating immensely; fever threatened to consume her. But at last, the Beast stopped his gait and held up a paw to stop her. "What is it?" Belle asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.
The Beast did not hear her. He turned and gave her a long look, then turned and ran off into the trees.
"W-wait!" Belle shouted, startling the horse; the horse shook his head back and forth, his ears pinning backwards. "Beast!" she cried, her voice lost in the emptiness.
"...hear that? She says there's a beast somewhere..."
Belle turned in her saddle and spotted two men, one carrying a gun, the other holding a lantern in one hand and the hand of a little girl in the other.
"Miss, are you all right?" The man with the lantern held his light up, squinting. The little girl stepped behind the man, popping a thumb into her mouth; a cute, but unappealing habit.
"Did a beast do that to you?" asked the man with the gun. "Now don't look so fearful; we aren't going to cause you any trouble."
"Aye. We just want to help." said the first man. If he was going to say more, it was literally bloody hard to tell what; in that moment the Beast came out from among the trees and sliced his massive claws through the man's face.
The little girl shrieked and fell on the ground in shock while the Beast pinned and mauled the man- ripping open his chest and displaying all of his insides.
The man with the gun took aim, but Belle did not give him a second more to fire; she kicked the horse, lunging it forward. The man with the gun lost his footing and fell on the dirt, where Belle encouraged the horse to trample.
Meanwhile, the little girl sat trembling near a tree, hugging the tree as if it would embrace her warmly with it's branches. But there was no warmth to be found. The Beast turned and leaped on the child, only needing one quick bite to destroy her.
Once the killing had been done, Belle slipped off of the horse and ran over to the Beast.
"Beast, that was incredible!" she cheered, all smiles as she wrapped her arms around the large Animal's torso.
Beast turned his blood soaked muzzle towards her and grabbed her tightly by the chin. "Feast with me, my Beauty..." he growled, then pressed his mouth to hers, working a raw, hot sliver of flesh into her mouth. Belle choked, but managed to chew several times before being forced to swallow. The Beast ran his tongue across her red-stained mouth, his voice rolling like thunder. "Do I satisfy you...?"
Belle smiled and lightly stroked the Beast's face, "Yes, my love. This is a wonderful picnic."
All at once, among the mess and the gore, the Beast took Belle; he swooped her up in his arms and pressed her against the the bark of a tree. With his hind legs her shredded Belle's dress and carved bloody marks against her belly. Once her lower half was exposed he proceeded with his intentions- intentions which made Belle scream from pain and pleasure. The two did not disengadge until the rotting flesh around them alerted a pack of wolves; once the alpha wolf appeared over the hill, staring with yellow eyes, the Beast shouldered Belle like a sack of potatoes and ran back to his castle, leaving the horse behind.