Beauty And The Beast // Klaroline AU

Chapter 2

Updating the first few chapters more frequently, enjoy!

Caroline's POV

My eyes flutter open, and for a moments time, I forget what happened last night.

Expecting to be in my bed and for everything to be all just a bad dream, I sit up, looking out the window while rubbing my tired eyes. The moon is still out, the sky dark. The scenery isn't familiar which suddenly alarms my brain.

When I look down, the blankets aren't the usual light pink color as they are in my own apartment, yet instead an off white cream color.

My heart races quicker and quicker by the second as I scan the unfamiliar setting. I'm in a bedroom, a really big one in fact. It's vintage styled with dark wood flooring and off-white furniture.

While standing up, I feel a rush of pain run straight to my head. That's when I remember all the drinks Elena and I had at that bar yesterday. I groan, clutching my forehead in pain and proceeding to sit back down on the queen sized bed.

"Owe," I mutter to myself, overwhelmed with where I even am to begin with.

That's when it all comes back to me.

Last night.

The man... he tried to rape me. Then what happened?

I cover my mouth trying not to scream as my memory begins to recover.

"Oh my god," I whisper, tears stinging my eyes.

The other man- that monster- he tore his head off! I remember looking down and seeing all the blood- there was so much blood...

The beast had sharp teeth, and his eyes weren't a normal color. They were a red, yellow maybe. He bit straight into the guy's neck as if he were feeding on his blood...

My heart skips a beat as I feel tears pour down my eyes, looking around the room. Is this that monster's house? Is he going to kill me too?

I try not to make any noise as I stand up, ignoring the pain in my head as I do so. I need to get out of here. I need to go to the cops and report him.

I find myself creeping towards the door of the room I'm in, slowly twisting the doorknob. It makes a creaking sound as it opens to which I pray he didn't hear.

Looking to my left and right as if crossing a street, I see no one is around. Taking the opportunity, I tiptoe as quietly as I can outside into the long hallway filled with many doors. The house is enormous, filled with expensive, vintage decor.

I walk a few steps before finding a long double staircase with a red velvet rug lining the steps. Walking down the stairs, I take note of the grand door, hoping it's the front entrance. This is my escape route. If I can make it fast enough, I'll be out of here.

I make it to the front door, sighing in relief. My hands grasps the doorknob, turning the handle. I'm really doing it. I'm getting out of here.

"Now what do you think you're doing?" a dark, British voice frightens me.

I shriek, but a hand quickly makes its way to my mouth, muffling any noise I can possibly be making. When I turn around, I'm faced with the same beast from last night, except his eyes are a dark blue this time.

"I'll release my hand if you don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you," he says, his voice unusually calming. I don't want to believe him, but I do.

I nod slowly, and he does as he said he would, taking his hand off my mouth.

"Are you going to kill me like you did that other man?" I whimper, truly petrified right now. He just ripped his head off like it was nothing... he's not human.