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Lightning flashed in the room, and thunder echoed throughout the walls. I looked out through my tall windows, with iron welding, forming pretty abstract designs upon the smooth glass, blank as an old mans mind. I stood up and walked across the dark room. Shadows dancing along the corners of my vision, I stood before the mirror. I was a beast, My teeth were elongated into fangs, I had fur covering my body, My face was distorted. But it was my eyes that truly told my story, the story of a mad man. They were multi-colored. They were a bright red, the color of blood fresh upon white tile,And when I got angry, Pale blue neon streaks ran through my eyes, like lightning. I was cursed for being a horrible person. The classic tale of beauty and the beast. The beast is cursed, with a time limit to find true love while in his/her misshapen form. It seems like it will never happen, but then it does and happiness all around. Well half of that is true. I’m a horrible person, I’ve been cursed and been told true love can break this curse. But the truth is, I don’t want it gone. I’m a better hunter than I ever was as a human, in this beast form. I can smell emotions. I’m twice as strong. My special brand of curse makes me look human unless my emotions are high, then the beast comes out. And since I’m a prince, I have dozens of princesses lining up to try and win my true love, to try their hands at kingmaking. But since all I want it to not fall in love, I have an endless supply of victims. Who will endure my beatings, under some misguided perception that I do it out of love, that I’m lashing out because I care. I don’t. I just love the feel of my flesh and bone hitting their flesh. The wet sound of my fist hitting their face. The pretty sounds they make. Oh I love being the beast, and if true love for ones one body could set me free, both me and the would be queens would have been freed long ago
“ My prince, The princess in here” My butler said through the door.
I replied “ Send her in” And I set about getting the room ready. I fixed the bed, straightened the pillows. Light all the candles ,Closed the curtains and made my self presentable. Changed back into human form, Spiked my hair, brushed my teeth, and put contacts in. I was fluffing the pillows when the princess entered she was stunning, and so was her servant boy.
See I had only 1 requirement of all the would be queens, they bring a male servant or attendee. They never asked why and I never told. But it was because I preferred the pleasure of a man , then the pleasure to be found in a woman’s body.The princess introduced herself “ Hello prince Hale. I am Erica, This is my servant Stiles.”
She looked like my palace guards wet dream come to life, long shining golden hair, Bright blue eyes and a shining smile.
But it was her servant that caught my eye, by far the prettiest piece of meat to come waltzing through my palace. He smelled of fear and hurt. His bright does eyes skittered around the room, He had short brown hair, long lashes framing beautiful large hazel eyes, pink poutable lips and he was skinny, but he was tall. He was only an inch or so shorter than I was.
“Would you like me to escort the servant to his courters for the night and allow you and Ms. Reyes some time to become… Acquainted?” My butler asked.
“ Yes Scott, That would be marvelous” I said while smiling at Erica, she grinned back at me, her smile almost as predatory as mine. Almost.