Lair Of The Beast || Nicolae Bartholy X OC || [COMPLETE]

1. The Beast.

Alone.

Ten years had passed.

Sitting in that same room for far too long.

Viktor was dead.

He had killed him.

What was left of his remains had been crushed to dust.

He wouldn't let him regenerate and come back again.

Not this time.

Before Nicolae had ended him, Viktor had punished the Bartholys for their betrayal.

Viktor had gone out in the city and killed.

He killed everyone.

There was nobody left in Mistery Spell.

The only survivors were the ones who fled.

Viktor had it coming.
Nicolae had been done with him from a long time.

Viktor exterminated the town.

So many innocent people...

Nobody left.

Nicolae said goodbye to his brothers and sister before the transformation.

He needed to be powerful to defeat their Father.

Peter, Lorie and Drogo ran away as their older brother told them to. He needed to do something, it was his responsibility.

So he did.

He lost his sanity and with it his humanity.

He had gone full monster on Viktor, devouring him, killing him, beheading him, dismembering him.

It was over.

After that night, Nicolae couldn't go back to who he was.

Stuck in the Beast's mind and body.

His eyes blood shot red.

Dark, purple veins all over his body.

His fangs out, always.

He had cursed himself, to save his family.

It had been ten years.

After all that time, still imprisoned in that body form, he had gotten back his memory at least.

In the past year he had been having flashbacks of his long life and it was like oxygen for his dead lungs.

Before the transformation ten years before, after his brothers left, he had cast a spell on himself. He couldn't set foot out of the property's limits. Unless he would have gone back to be normal.

He doubted that would ever happen. He let the beast take over, he had to pay for it.

For eternity.

In complete solitude.

Drogo and Peter had tried multiple times to reach his mind, but Nicolae had shut himself completely in, for he didn't want to risk hurting his family.

He would never let that happen.

They weren't able to find him. No matter how much they tried.

To them, there was nothing left of the old Nicolae Bartholy.

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As the grandfather clock resonated through the lower level of the mansion, Nicolae Bartholy covered his figure with a black cape.

It was dark outside.
The pale moonlight could barely make it through the thick cover of clouds, hovering on Mystery Spell.

The vampire headed outside.
He needed to feed.

Due to the incantation he casted on himself, it was harder now to find a prey. He could only stalk the part of the woods that belonged to his property.

Sometimes it would take the whole night to find a deer, or even simply a small rabbit.

The animals could sense him, even when he was invisible.
His inhuman form, stirred palpable fear into any living being.

It was extenuating.

But as he brought on his painful existence, the town of Mystery Spell was slowly coming back to life.

Who had left that night of ten years before, had eventually returned. Travelers from nearby towns had moved into it, looking for a fresh start.

Nicolae could only observe from afar.

People started getting curious about the abandoned Mansion.

While some would just dismiss it as creepy shadows inhabiting it, others would claim they had seen the ghost of the eldest Bartholy, who died to stop the wrath of the man that killed Mystery Spell.

Others, instead, rumored a monster had made the house its lair, and it would devour whoever stepped inside the rusty Victorian fence.

Some people swore they had seen the beast with red eyes and long fangs crossing the immense garden at night, going for the woods, where it would kill.

Kids would dare each other to get close to the gate of the mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature living inside that big old house and trying to prove their bravery.

Nicolae reached one of the traps he had previously set, checking to see if he had caught anything.

It was a better way than painfully having to chase a deer all night.

He would place the trap, then come back to see what had gotten stuck.

Many nights he would be back empty handed. It wasn't good to not feed, that would make him slip into the abyss, a little bit more each time.

It was madness.

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