Beauty and the Beast [ #justwriteit #altending #wattpad10 ]

VI. Running

Midnight had come so quickly, hanging high in the dark onyx sky. Beast had succesfully chained himself in the basement, also known as the dungeon of the castle. He had a lighter feeling about him tonight, whether be because Belle had seemed to accept his words or, because she was more accepting to him, he wasn't sure. He did know that he felt... different.

Usually going down to the dungeon on a full moon brought him into the under tow of a bad moon rising, being chained next to his brother and sister who were still in their Lycan form, as they have been for over four hundred years now. Tonight, however, things seemed to change for him and he didn't feel that angry about the situation.

"Hello Franco. Alexandra. Looks like another full moon, yea?" He rolled his eyes to the side to see his brother and sister in the bodies of full blooded Lycans. Their muzzles looked like a wolfs but they stood on two legs. A Lycan was not a wolf, not like Belle had suggested, but something far more.. creative.

The two beasts snapped and snarled at him, flashing their teeth as they were collared like dogs to the castle walls with reinforced steel. Since they were Lycan all the time, they didn't seem to go as crazy as Beast did when he shifted on the full moon. They were able to just be collared, whereas Beast had to literally make sure his arms, legs, torso, and neck were all chained with silver to the reinfoced cables inside the castle wall. He had more strength than his brother and sister.

Once, Beast had tried the collar route long ago, but he wound up ripping the chain out of the wall, crumbling half of the stones as he did. That night he got out and ravaged the town, killing nearly five people. The beast inside him always felt anger, as did his human side.

Tonight was different.

He felt something he had not felt in a very long time.

Hope.

Beast hissed through his teeth as he looked up at the clock. Midnight. His bones began to crack and shift, a feirce howl ripping through his throat as he threw his head back into the wall.

This pain of shifting was something he never seemed to get used to.

Every month it was always the same.

Minutes trickled by seeming like hours and when Beast had finally endured the last snap and crack of bone, His consciouness was at the back of his mind while the beast gained full control. It was as if he were looking through glasses into someone else's life, though, that someone else was his other half, his beast.

The beast always went into a dazed blood lust when he first shifted, needing to seek out the life force he craved. Beast always wondered why the beast inside him craved blood. Why did he need it? Couldn't he be like a regular wolf? Just meandering out in the forest, sniffing around?

What was the purpose of craving blood. It wasn't as if he were a vampire.

Inhaling deeply, Sebastian looked out of the beast's eyes to his siblings as they watched him, connecting their mind with his. He could communicate with his siblings in LycaBwen form, or rather, his beast could.

The curse will be broken soon, He channeled to the two Lycan's who shifted around on their beds exictedly.

The beast inside Sebastian had plans. Plans to make Belle theirs in every way and he couldn't wait for the day when Belle would be like them, hunt by their side. He would convince her that they didn't need to be chained to a wall to live happily. They could finally leave the castle once the spell was broken.

They could go anywhere!

Sebastian became weary of the thoughts that floated through the beast's mind as he also shifted around excitedly, the chains rubbing harshly against his skin. He didn't want to carry on with Belle once the cruse was broken, originally.