She wanted to pull her hand back, to spare herself the horror of seeing what would happen next, but something kept her palm pressed firmly against the wall.
The queen was running down the halls, leaping over the dead bodies strewn across the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the figure right on her heels. Her screams of terror echoed as she run, but her escape ended abruptly when she stepped into a pool of blood and lost her footing.
When he stalked up to her, the queen began to move backwards, dragging her bottom on the floor, mopping the floor with her beautiful gold dress.
’Stay away from me, you monster! Get away!’
’Monster?’ came the detached voice of Rohan as he came to a stop in front of her, looking down at the woman, his head crooking to the side with a cold smile pulling across his blood-stained face. ’And who did I take after, Mother? Tell me, what is a woman who ordered for her son’s heart to be ripped out called? An angel?’ He laughed, as though he truly found it amusing, while the woman on the floor trembled.
’You are not my son! Get away from me!’ she screamed, but her words only made all humor vanish from Rohan’s face. His expression turned dark, mad. Belle, who was only witnessing the memories the walls were offering her, shuddered. The man she was looking at right now did not look anything like the one who had made love to her this morning, her husband, whom she loved dearly. He didn’t even look like the man she had first married.
’You deny me even when your end has come, mother. You deny me even when you could pretend for a moment to save your own life. That would have hurt, if only you hadn’t taken away my heart, but it still hurts my pride,’ he said, rubbing his clawed, bloody hand against the left side of his chest as he crouched down to the woman’s level.
’Can’t believe I will be taking what you took from me on this day you turned two hundred years, mother. My life. But I can show you mercy, call me your son, hold my hands, and tell me you want me, and I will spare your life. I will forget your errors in life and let you live.’
He reached out his hands to the queen, though his eyes were calculative and sinister. Something deep seemed to seek that motherly affection.
Belle saw as the woman looked down at the bloody hands reaching out to her in disgust. It seemed even to save her own life, she would never reach out to hold her son’s hands and acknowledge him as hers. She moved back and away from him as she looked at him with undisguised hate.
’Kill me if you must, devil. But I will never hold you as mine, and you shall never find one to hold you until your pathetic life meets its end. You are not worth loving, you are nothing but a heartless monster!’ she spat with so much resentment Belle could taste it in her mouth and could feel it in her bones.
If she thought the look in Rohan’s eyes a moment ago looked sinister, the look that slowly graced his face at his mother’s words was completely evil. Dark veins slowly began to crawl his skin, horns growing on his head, his eyes looked like the devil himself, and fangs grew out from his lips.
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