Beauty And The Beast // Klaroline AU

Chapter 3

I started school last week so I will be updating less frequently. Homework takes me hours to do (ew) so I have barely enough time to write. I hope you all understand. :)

Caroline's POV

I open my eyes, hearing a slight shuffle coming from outside the room. It's daylight by now, and it appears to be early in the morning seeing as it is just getting bright.

When I look towards the door, I notice a plate of food. It consists of toast and orange juice, a simple meal. As hungry as I am, I don't want to eat it, especially if it's made by that... that monster. I won't give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I close my eyes once again, tired from all that I've been put through these past few hours. It's still unbelievable to me. The man isn't even human...

I soon fall asleep, not wanting to be faced with reality any longer.

When I wake up a second time, it's a few hours later. I have to control myself not to go and eat the toast and orange juice, my stomach rumbling and begging for a source of energy.

A knock at my door startled me, making me jump. I scowl when the man opens the door.

"You haven't eaten yet," he frowns, as if sad I'm rejecting his food.

"I'm not hungry," I say, turning my eyes away from him. I hear him as he picks up the plate of food.

"You're lying. You need to eat. Your body will become weak if you don't," he states the obvious.

I roll my eyes, not replying. I don't want to talk to someone like him. He's a murderer.

"You can come downstairs if you'd like. Don't even try to escape, the doors are locked. Only I have a key to them. You may watch television. The kitchen is open, you may request anything from my personal cook," he explains to me.

I don't answer him, keeping my head low.

"Giving me the silent treatment, huh?" he frowns in disappointment, nodding.

"That's fair. I did kill someone, you're still in shock. I want you to know I'm not out to harm you love. I, however, cannot let you go-"

"Why the hell not?!" I yell, interrupting him. I'm sick of being held fucking hostage.

"So she speaks."

"Answer the question."

"I'm afraid that if I let you go, you will not be well or in your right state of mind. Something terrible almost happened to you. You also would try and tell the police about me, and I don't want to have to compel you to not. That's not my intentions," he says to me. I inch closer.

"You can compel people?" I ask, my heart racing as I step towards him.

"Yes, but as I said, I don't plan on compelling you. You don't deserve it. You're... different than most," he eyes me. I stand taller, defending myself.

"Different?"

"I can't pinpoint what it is about you, but yes. You're different- in a good way of course."

"Oh wow, the murderer is complimenting me?" I roll my eyes, brushing him off.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asks as if it isn't obvious.

"To start, you're this monster who feeds on human blood, and you killed a man! He may have been a disgusting human being, but that doesn't give you the right to kill him! Everyone in this world deserves a chance. Everyone can be saved," I tell him, out of breath by the end of it.