Hunk, on his cart and Lance, walk and chat about the thrilling day.
"Surely you're as trapped here as I am... Don't you ever want to escape?" Lance asks.
"The master's not as terrible as he appears. Somewhere deep in his soul, there's a prince of a fellow, just waiting to be set free." Hunk answers.
Lance takes this in, trying to see the good in that horrid cat prince. He looks up the stairs towards the West Wing, "Matt mentioned something about the West Wing-"
Hunk jumps slightly at the mention of the West Wing, "Never you mind about that. Off to bed with you, sweetie!"
Lance, overcome by curiosity decides he's going to explore this forbidden wing tonight. Turning on his heel and starting up the stairs Lance says goodnight to Hunk.
Hunk smiles and starts to roll away on his cart, "Nighty-night. Straight to bed!"
Lance heads towards his room but stops and peers back down the staircase to check to see if Hunk was gone. Sure enough, Hunk had rolled away, granting Lance the ability to let his curiosity take control without having to worry about being caught and scolded by his newfound friend. Lance dashes down the East Wing staircase and up the West Wings.
Lance sticks to the shadows, hoping he won't run into the beastly cat prince. Looking into plain and simple but elegant rooms and admiring paintings, Lance stumbles across a set of massive wooden door. One of the doors is left ajar with moon light from the room flooding into the hallway. Curious about this strange room, Lance pushes the door open some more and steps in.
The room he steps into though is not just another copy of the other plain yet elegant rooms. No, this room is huge yet destroyed. Taken aback by the sight of shredded curtains and dissolving furniture covered in rubble, Lance stops in his tracks and questions if this was a good idea. Pushing fear aside, he continues into the horrid moonlit room. Investigating this room, Lance feels as if he's being watched. Looking around for the source of his uneasiness, Lance locks eyes with a shredded painting of a teenage boy.
Walking over to the shredded painting, Lance studies what's left of it. Piercing deep purple eyes with a hint of a bright yellow that surrounds the pupils meet his own. That yellow... Lance connects the dots in his head and finally understands. He's in the beastly prince's lair.
Stepping back he notices another painting. A beautiful queen with long black hair and a purple dress sits in an old wooden chair to the right of a young boy. The assumed father of the boy is to the right, but his figure and face are shredded beyond recognition. The young boys face is shredded as well but only his eyes are visible. The same deep purple eyes from the last painting meet Lances. The young prince in the painting stares back at Lance. He steps back and looks at the still intact queen. She shares the same piercing deep purple eyes with bright yellow lining the pupils. The beastly prince must have been fond of his mother. The rest of the paintings were shredded, but if his mother was in it the shreds and slashes would surround her but never touch her.
Lance looks away from the paintings and to the dusty decrepit bed. The bed hasn't been slept in for years it seems. Looking to the floor next to the bed, Lance finds a makeshift bed made out of old sheets, blankets, and torn curtains. It's lined with pillows and other soft looking items. Lance assumes this is where the prince sleeps. Maybe his mother slept on the side of the bed next to the makeshift bed.
Turning away from the bed, Lance finds himself captivated by a pink glow coming from the balcony. He looks around to make sure he is still safe to investigate. After the coast is clear he steps forward towards the glow. On a pedestal in the middle of the balcony, a bright glowing red rose floats within its confinement of a glass jar. Lance moves closer investigating this ominous yet beautiful enchanted rose. Lift the glass jar up and away, Lance goes to touch it but then is startled from the shadow growing behind him. Turning to face whoever it is standing behind him, he feel the jar being snatched away. He locks eyes with the yellow-eyed cat prince who is fuming.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT!?" The Prince shouts, slamming the glass jar back over the rose.
Lance is startled by the angered prince, "Nothing! I didn't do anything!"
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE!? YOU COULD HAVE DAMNED US ALL! GET OUT! GO!"
Lance doesn't need to be told twice. He sprints out of the room and down the West Wings stairs.
Matt and the others notice him and look at each other worriedly.
"What are you doing?" Matt asks.
Lance grabs his coat from the coat rack, "I'm getting out of here!"
The magical objects all jump into action trying to stop Lance from leaving. Dodging the objects, Lance runs out of the castle and down the stairs to Philippe. Hurriedly, Lance mounts the horse and snaps the roped lead, "Go, Philippe! Go! Get us out of here!"
The horse takes off in a rush into the woods. The voices of the magical objects follow Lance for a few seconds before dying down. Lance looks back to see if that dastardly prince is following him. The only thing he sees is the silhouette of the castle in the moonlight covered by the branches of the trees lining the path.
A wolves howl stops the Philippe in his tracks making Lance panic slightly, "What are you doing Philippe?! Go! Go!"
White wolves surround him and the horse, closing in slowly. Lance looks around worriedly, "Now would be the time to get us out of here!"
Lance snaps the lead a few times trying to coax the equally terrified horse to run. The wolves seemed to be getting closer. Finally, Lance snaps the lead hard enough to get the frightened horse to run.
Swerving through the bushes and trees Lance and the horse comes upon a frozen over pond. With the wolves catching up from all sides Lance jumps off the horse and grabs a branch. With one hand wrapped firmly around the horse lead and the other around a branch, Lance leads Philippe onto the frozen pond.
"It's alright Philippe... We'll make it out of this mess..." Lance soothes the horse before mumbling, "Hopefully.."
The sound of growling and howling from the pack of wolves fills their ears. Philippe wiggles out of the lead and slips across the ice and onto the snow-covered bank. Hearing the ice crack around him, Lance slips and slides across the ice and leaps onto the snowy once grassy bank. The sound of the wolves attacking Philippe causes Lance to direct his attention to the bloody scene to his left.
"Hey! Get away from him!" Lance shouts, grabbing his bat like branch and swinging it at the wolves.
Knocking them away from Philippe, Lance stands with his back against the horse ready to fight for his life. The pack of wolves closes in on the pair. Lance's adrenaline level is through the roof as he fights off the hungry wolves. Smacking them away with the branch Lance feels some of his energy leave him.
Another wolf lunges at the pair. Lance tries to smack it away with the branch but this wolf is smart. It dodges the attack and rips the branch out of Lance's hands. Frighten and feeling like this will be his tragic death, Lance looks around for something, anything, to defend himself.
Just as the wolf was about to attack a howl from above on the cliff slide of the hill can be heard. The wolves, Lance and Philippe look up at the Alpha wolf.
"Oh, sweet Jesus..." Lance mumbles, "This night can't get any better can it?"
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Beauty and The Beast {Klance AU}
Fanfiction[Klance AU] Lance, the most handsome guy in his small village. Yet he's awfully strange. His head is always in the clouds yet his nose is stuck in book. Strange and odd but that's all about to change.
