Between A Rose And Its Thorns (ON HOLD)

Sleeping Non-beauty

3rd person,

Dark was the night.

It was dark and cold and cruel. The snow was everywhere, its perfect white coat drenched in red and black. If one were to follow the blood, they would find a body.

Poor thing, soaked to the bone, both in snow and her own blood. Her body still and cold, lying in the ground like a corpse. But no, the girl still lived, her chest slowly moving up and down with each breath.

A few steps away from her, the tall beast stood. His head low in his hands. Regret was a powerful thing, it could bring a man to his knees. In this case, a beast's as well.

For he was full of regret and mourn. How could he lose his control? Why did he lose control? He longed for the answer, but deep down, he knew. With every day that pasted, he became less human. Only, his black outs were getting longer and... more deadly.

He held in his whine, his eyes filling up with tears he refused to shed.

It was his fault. It was always his fault. Though, he would like to argue that it was partially her fault, too.  Chasing him out into the cold, dark woods. Taunting him, only for him to lose complete control.

A growl bubbles up his throat, he turned to the girl, glaring. Oh, how he wished to yell at her! To be angry with her! But he couldn't. At least not now. The beast watched her, holding his breath each time she took one in. He prayed each breath would not be her last.

The beast was tense. He knew he would have to move her, get her out of the bitter cold and back to the warm castle. He also knew of the wolves nearby. He could hear them panting and pacing. Waiting for him to leave. To abandon the girl so they could feast!

He shook his head at thought. He couldn't. He wouldn't. But her... blood.

He groans and grabbed his head.

It was calling him, as much as he wished it wasn't. But it was. The taste of it still lingered on his tongue. It sickened him to his stomach, yet somehow he wanted more!

The iron taste so alluring... bitter and sweet. Much like her. He looked back to the girl, she was shaking now. If he didn't do something, she will freeze to death.

He takes a step toward her but stops. The smell was much stronger. The urge was much stronger. It would be so easy, to let go of that rope. To stop fighting and let the beast take over. But if he let that happen, she will die.

A wolf howled, it's shadow visible through the trees just a few yards away from them. Beast looked at his surroundings, easily spotting more of the wolves hiding in the forest.

They were getting closer to them.

What was he going to do? He couldn't do anything, if he left to get help, those wolves will devour her. But if he stayed and took her away.

He gulped.

He might be the one to devour her.

But he was a might, the wolves would be a definite yes. He just had to keep control long enough to get them back. He walked closer to the girl, her blood's scent choking him.