He walked up to the door way of dormitory, carrying two bags in each hand, and two more under his armpit. Luckily for him, a group of students were on their way down, with the last student holding the door just long enough to smack Cyrille in the arm. He sighed to himself, through the zipped up hoodie and exhaled deeply. Cy looked around himself before stepping forward to the stairs.
“You know,” the unknown voice said, “they have elevators now. Pretty fancy stuff – you know, for a magical school.”
Cyrille gritted his teeth for a second, turning his head to see the other student out of his ‘good’ eye. Cyrille nodded, smirking slightly.
“I like the work out, thanks.”
As Cyrille started to walk forward quickly, showing no signs of fatigue with the heavy suitcases, the student called out to him again.
“I wouldn’t go too fast, too soon! They say the Beast is moving in sometime today. Don’t want to anger him, do we?”
Cyrille stopped again, pausing to himself for a second. He set the bags of luggage down, and pushed them to the side with a soft shove, before turning back and walking down the steps to the student. Cy made sure to keep his had lowered – God only knew what kind of response he’d get if the student saw his scar. Standing before the student, he turned his head to the side.
“’The Beast’, huh? He shouldn’t be too bad, you’d think. They wouldn’t keep a wild animal at Nemare, dying to get out and rip the students limb from limb, craving their every drop of blood. They wouldn’t do that here… would they?”
Cyrille was pleased with this question, as the curling smirk on his face suggested. He wanted to know what kind of answer he’d actually get from someone who was a part of the general public. Cyrille placed his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie, careful to hide the wild hair growing over his body. The student, dressed in a multicolored polo with large stripes and khaki pants thought for a second before rubbing his temple.
“I don’t know. There are stories – first-hand accounts of seeing The Beast up in his dungeon.”
It’s true; Cyrille was kept up in a tower away from the students while he was getting counseling for the loss of his parents – but it was in no way a dungeon. In fact, Cyrille preferred it to the room at his nanny’s in Ireland.
“Aren’t dungeons underground?” Cyrille asked, “and who told you they saw a Beast in a tower?”
The student, again, was dumbfounded. Cyrille nodded.
“Well, what stories did they tell?”
The student perked up, eager to tell their story. Cyrille got almost as giddy but had to control his excitement for his reputation hidden until just the right moment.
“One story, I forget who told it, said that they send children to The Beast when they’re bad, so that they get scared straight! They said he’d chain the student up and wouldn’t feed the student for DAYS, until the headmistresses would come up and get the student to spare them of their jail sentence!”
Cyrille looked at the student, himself dumbfounded. Hurt. Sad. Angry. Cyrille hung his head to hide his emotions, but spoke through his hood.
“Now that… that’s a story I can believe.”
“Of course you can! He’s… he’s the Beast!”
Cyrille’s skin itched. His eye twitched.
“No, that’s not why. I’d need real tangible evidence to back up stories of grandeur like that.”
Cyrille’s head was still hung low. The student leaned forward, whispering softly…
“Then… why do you believe?”
Cyrille looked up at the student, slowly removing his hoodie from his head, careful not to turn his face to the child, lest he be scared away.
Cyrille turned his head to look at the student, the scar turning the student’s blood cold, and a look of exasperation crossing his face. Cyrille saw the student there, frozen, and felt the rush of power running through him.
“I am YOUR BEAST!”
Cyrille primal screamed at the student, causing him to flee. Cyrille yelled things at the student – scary things, things he’d never say in a million years if he didn’t know who the student was, just to make the child run faster, and tell scarier stories. For now, he wanted the negative attention. He craved it. As Cyrille put his hoodie back up over his head, he turned around and stepped back towards the st- but the beautiful female student walking down the staircase caught his attention.