The Beast (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

With the prisoner in his cell,

The Beast was happier and doing well.

But a surprise he soon would receive;

And she wasn't one he could easily deceive....

~.~

At The Castle 

"Cobbs, get me a drink: whiskey preferably," the Beast ordered, looking out of his window down at his garden that would soon see the days of harsh winter.

It excited him.

Cobbs nodded, though the Beast would not see him. He silently left the room, fulfilling his orders.

Such a marvelous day, the Beast thought with a smirk on his face as Cobbs quickly returned with his whiskey. He took a sip. What could ever ruin this day?

~.~

I wandered down the dark road with morning approaching fast. The sun peeked through the bushy trees, single rays of light shining through to brighten the path.

William, William, William

I thought about him, repeated his name as he was my goal. 

If I didn't find William down this road, I would never stop searching for him. 

I sighed and continued.

What if I didn't find him? What if he was trapped? Hurt? Dead?

No.

No. He couldn't be; I would know if he was dead.

 ~.~

I kept walking for endless minutes before the trees began to thin and civilization emerged. Before me there appeared to be iron gates.

They stood high and intricately made, swirled iron into the shape of what resembled a rose: two, one on each gate. 

I hesitated, not wanting to proceed any farther; but a voice in the back of my head urged me. I took a deep breath before stepping towards the gate. 

As I arrived, I pushed lightly against the gate, checking to see if it was open. The gates swung open, and I jumped back, taken by the sudden action of the gate; it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Standing motionless for a minute, I began to weigh my options. 

Should I go through the gate? Should I just turn back?

There was fog on the ground that obscured the view of the near sight. 

Okay, okay, okay. There is a chance William is behind this daunting fog. Or he is not.

Yet if he is not in there, where would he be? The trail would have only come this way, so he must be in there.

 I walked through the gate and jumped as it slammed shut behind me. Tempted to turn around from fear, I repeated William's name in my head. 

William, William, William, William....this is for William. Don't forget it. 

I continued down the foggy road until a house came into view.

Well, I initially perceived it as a house.

But as I approached it, the "house" proved to be much,  much more.

A beautiful mansion was past the fog, a cream color with many windows littered on the sides of the building. It towered over me, as if it touched the heavens above, and reached far on each side. The windows shone with the sun reflecting off of them, creating the illusion I was really looking into the blinding light of heaven. A fountain stood in front of the amazing edifice with a scene sculpted into it.