Miguel O'Hara One-Shots

Secrets Of The Duke PT 2

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he's a Vampire when his compulsion doesn't work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning. 5.1k words

A/N: I love the Beauty and the Beast so much it's a problem. Enjoy<33

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The only light you have in your room is from the moonlight shining through the window. You try to make out your surroundings but you can't. As you breathe in the air you realize it's stale and dust fills your lungs as you take in another breath. Now searching for the light you were expecting an ugly room but it's nothing of the sort. The room is twice as big as yours; the sheets that drape over the furniture are another clear reminder that no one has been in this room for a very long time.

You have no intention of using any of that wicked man's things if anything the floor will do just fine. You take off one of your pettiskirts and roll it into a ball placing it on the floor. You never used it as a pillow but you suppose this will do.

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The one time he finds a woman interesting, a century later she turns out to be a witch. He has no other explanation for why his powers didn't work on you. He won't lie and say that he didn't overreact.... because he did. Letting the anger that continues to boil inside of him spill over for just the tiniest second caused him to imprison a woman. He shouldn't have—well it's too late now what's done is done. It's currently morning and while he should be sleeping he just can't. It does help that his room is completely blacked out with nothing but a lit candle giving him light.

It's been a century since he's been turned into the beast that he is and it's been a century since anyone other than himself or his servants has been on this floor. He must throw a ball every 10 years to let the world know he's still alive. Of course, he doesn't let anyone see his face nor does he leave the Mansion unless necessary. Because if one would question why he hasn't aged it would cause an uproar and this is something he has no care for. The useless gossip surrounding who the great Duke of Nueva York is and his ugliness are the reasons why no one has seen him.

When there's a knock on his door he fights back a growl that lingers in his chest. Everyone knows he's not to be disturbed when he's supposed to be resting. "My lord I know it's morning but what do I do about the lady I don't-"

"Feed her and nothing else Lyla give her the scraps from last night if needed"

"But sir it's been over a century since we last had a guest stay the night shouldn't we at least treat her with more...respect?"

He can feel his anger rising again but it makes no sense to lash out on Lyla. It's his fault she's in this mess just along with everyone else. "She is not our guest, she's a prisoner so treat her as one. Now let me be"

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You awake to the sound of hushed whispers coming from somewhere around you. Note to self: pettiskirts should not be used as a pillow. Your neck is stiff as you slowly rub the sleep from your eyes.

"What do you think? Is she a human just like us?"

"Is she pregnant with the Lord's baby, is that why he brought her here?"

"God no how can she be carrying his baby after he practically dragged her up the stairs? I saw her trip 5 times yesterday. The Duke isn't that heartless or careless to do that to the mother of his child. Did you forget how he treated Miss Gabriella and his-"