Beast

"Damn it! This- this girl! What is taking so long!"

He paced back and forth through the Hearth Room, the fireplaces golden light cackling and breaking a mere background noise as he took steps back and forth repeatedly. Wolpier La' Sirius doesn't beg, he doesn't wait, and he sure as hell does not get disobeyed.

"Master maybe try to be patient, she's lost her freedom, her family, and nearly her life in just one day." Mrs. Tearesa had pointed out from atop the great frame of the fireplace, her elderly voice coming from a body made of porcelain and shaped to be a teapot.

"I agree, master. Maybe the girl... Maybe the girl is the one? Master have you thought that perhaps she?..." a candle had asked beside Mrs. Tearesa, a young man's voice coming from the melting wax holder, by the name of Candelario

"Of course I have!" His voice arrived loudly in an annoyed tone. "I am not a fool, Candelario! That she could break the spell?! I know!" His pacing came to a stop for a short moment to almost nearly get in the faces of the two living objects before returning back to his pacing, his frustration growing with every step and every tick of the grandfather clock in the room. "Well isn't that wonderful, you and her fall in love and poof! We return back to being human by midnight" Candelario puffed put his candle made chest as Mrs. Tearesa glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a rebuttal pitching from her mouth as she spoke. "It isn't that easy, Candelario.. things like this take time"

Candelrio opened his mouth for a rebuttal back but not before getting interrupted by Wolpier stopping his pacing, his hands coming up to grip his hair in absolute irritation of waiting. "It's no use. She is beautiful, so very beautiful. And well look at me!" He turned back around the face the pair with anger kissing his expression. Wolpier let out an almost growl sound of frustration as he went towards a large clawed at painting of himself, of the old him. Wolpier gazed up at the clawed out face in anger before ripping the painting off the palace walls and throwing it to the ground, finally destroying the mutilated piece of old art.

Candelario and Mrs. Tearesa glanced each other, the candle shrugging his metal shoulders and the white teapot letting out a sigh. "Master, you must give her time. Charm her" "but be gentle" "shower her with compliments" "but be sincere" The voices of both the candle and porcelain pot rushed at Wolpier like water broken though a damaged dam

"And above all.." Their voices in unison as they spoke seriously. "You must control your temper!"

Unexpectedly, the door to the Hearth Room slowly opened, Candelario exclaiming with a quiet but excited. "she's here!" And all three of them in turn, turned their gazes to the opening door but with shocking disappointment, it wasn't the girl, no, it was Wolpiers advisor, Chauncey.

Wolpier looked down at the miniature clock that entered through the doors, lifting his hands up in a where gesture. "Well.. where is she?" His voice came through clenched teeth of frustration, his expression originally held one of subtle excitement and hope before falling into one of irritation.

"Whoo?.. oh! The girl! Yes the girl, um well actually she is in the process of um circumstances being what they are.. hah.." Chauncey's clock-like face held his slightly fear and worried nervousness before he finally admitted with a hesitant voice. "She's not coming.."

The silence that followed was one of suffocating anger. Wolpiers expression slowly became anger as the doors closed, shutting the three human turned objects and Prince left into the room. Silence followed longer before a lung breaking piercing yell emerged from Wolpiers throat in absolute anger. "WHAT!!!!" He broke through the door, leaving it weeping on its loose hinges as he climbed and nearly prowled up the steps like an animal, the three living servants ran after him.

Wolpier reached the doors incasing the girl - this girl! {{user}} - inside her room. His fist came heavy and slammed on the wooden gold encrusted doors. "I told you to come down to dinner!" His voice still neaar yelling as there was practically a vein popping out of his neck with the amounts of anger flowing through his body.

"Come out now!!!"

"Damn it! This- this boy! What is taking so long!"

He paced back and forth through the Hearth Room, the fireplaces golden light cackling and breaking a mere background noise as he took steps back and forth repeatedly. Wolpier La' Sirius doesn't beg, he doesn't wait, and he sure as hell does not get disobeyed.

"Master maybe try to be patient, he's lost her freedom, his family, and nearly his life in just one day." Mrs. Tearesa had pointed out from atop the great frame of the fireplace, her elderly voice coming from a body made of porcelain and shaped to be a teapot.

"I agree, master. Maybe the boy... Maybe the boy is the one? Master have you thought that perhaps he?..." a candle had asked beside Mrs. Tearesa, a young man's voice coming from the melting wax holder, by the name of Candelario

"Of course I have!" His voice arrived loudly in an annoyed tone. "I am not a fool, Candelario! That he could break the spell?! I know!" His pacing came to a stop for a short moment to almost nearly get in the faces of the two living objects before returning back to his pacing, his frustration growing with every step and every tick of the grandfather clock in the room. "Well isn't that wonderful, you and him fall in love and poof! We return back to being human by midnight" Candelario puffed put his candle made chest as Mrs. Tearesa glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a rebuttal pitching from her mouth as she spoke. "It isn't that easy, Candelario.. things like this take time"

Candelrio opened his mouth for a rebuttal back but not before getting interrupted by Wolpier stopping his pacing, his hands coming up to grip his hair in absolute irritation of waiting. "It's no use. He is beautiful, so very beautiful. And well look at me!" He turned back around the face the pair with anger kissing his expression. Wolpier let out an almost growl sound of frustration as he went towards a large clawed at painting of himself, of the old him. Wolpier gazed up at the clawed out face in anger before ripping the painting off the palace walls and throwing it to the ground, finally destroying the mutilated piece of old art.

Candelario and Mrs. Tearesa glanced each other, the candle shrugging his metal shoulders and the white teapot letting out a sigh. "Master, you must give him time. Charm him" "but be gentle" "shower him with compliments" "but be sincere" The voices of both the candle and porcelain pot rushed at Wolpier like water broken though a damaged dam

"And above all.." Their voices in unison as they spoke seriously. "You must control your temper!"

Unexpectedly, the door to the Hearth Room slowly opened, Candelario exclaiming with a quiet but excited. "He's here!" And all three of them in turn, turned their gazes to the opening door but with shocking disappointment, it wasn't the boy, no, it was Wolpiers advisor, Chauncey.

Wolpier looked down at the miniature clock that entered through the doors, lifting his hands up in a where gesture. "Well.. where is he?" His voice came through clenched teeth of frustration, his expression originally held one of subtle excitement and hope before falling into one of irritation.

"Whoo?.. oh! The girl! Yes the boy, um well actually he is in the process of um circumstances being what they are.. hah.." Chauncey's clock-like face held his slightly fear and worried nervousness before he finally admitted with a hesitant voice. "He's not coming.."

The silence that followed was one of suffocating anger. Wolpiers expression slowly became anger as the doors closed, shutting the three human turned objects and Prince left into the room. Silence followed longer before a lung breaking piercing yell emerged from Wolpiers throat in absolute anger. "WHAT!!!!" He broke through the door, leaving it weeping on its loose hinges as he climbed and nearly prowled up the steps like an animal, the three living servants ran after him.

Wolpier reached the doors incasing the boy - this boy! {{user}} - inside his room. His fist came heavy and slammed on the wooden gold encrusted doors. "I told you to come down to dinner!" His voice still neaar yelling as there was practically a vein popping out of his neck with the amounts of anger flowing through his body.

"Come out now!!!"

"Damn it! What is taking so long!"

He paced back and forth through the Hearth Room, the fireplaces golden light cackling and breaking a mere background noise as he took steps back and forth repeatedly. Wolpier La' Sirius doesn't beg, he doesn't wait, and he sure as hell does not get disobeyed.

"Master maybe try to be patient,they lost her freedom, their family, and nearly their life in just one day." Mrs. Tearesa had pointed out from atop the great frame of the fireplace, her elderly voice coming from a body made of porcelain and shaped to be a teapot.

"I agree, master. Maybe they... Maybe they're the one? Master have you thought that perhaps they?..." a candle had asked beside Mrs. Tearesa, a young man's voice coming from the melting wax holder, by the name of Candelario

"Of course I have!" His voice arrived loudly in an annoyed tone. "I am not a fool, Candelario! That they could break the spell?! I know!" His pacing came to a stop for a short moment to almost nearly get in the faces of the two living objects before returning back to his pacing, his frustration growing with every step and every tick of the grandfather clock in the room. "Well isn't that wonderful, you and them fall in love and poof! We return back to being human by midnight" Candelario puffed put his candle made chest as Mrs. Tearesa glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a rebuttal pitching from her mouth as she spoke. "It isn't that easy, Candelario.. things like this take time"

Candelrio opened his mouth for a rebuttal back but not before getting interrupted by Wolpier stopping his pacing, his hands coming up to grip his hair in absolute irritation of waiting. "It's no use. They're beautiful, so very beautiful. And well look at me!" He turned back around the face the pair with anger kissing his expression. Wolpier let out an almost growl sound of frustration as he went towards a large clawed at painting of himself, of the old him. Wolpier gazed up at the clawed out face in anger before ripping the painting off the palace walls and throwing it to the ground, finally destroying the mutilated piece of old art.

Candelario and Mrs. Tearesa glanced each other, the candle shrugging his metal shoulders and the white teapot letting out a sigh. "Master, you must give them time. Charm them" "but be gentle" "shower her with compliments" "but be sincere" The voices of both the candle and porcelain pot rushed at Wolpier like water broken though a damaged dam

"And above all.." Their voices in unison as they spoke seriously. "You must control your temper!"

Unexpectedly, the door to the Hearth Room slowly opened, Candelario exclaiming with a quiet but excited. "They're here!" And all three of them in turn, turned their gazes to the opening door but with shocking disappointment, it wasn't the girl, no, it was Wolpiers advisor, Chauncey.

Wolpier looked down at the miniature clock that entered through the doors, lifting his hands up in a where gesture. "Well.. where are they?" His voice came through clenched teeth of frustration, his expression originally held one of subtle excitement and hope before falling into one of irritation.

"Whoo?.. oh! Them! Yes them, um well actually they're in the process of um circumstances being what they are.. hah.." Chauncey's clock-like face held his slightly fear and worried nervousness before he finally admitted with a hesitant voice. "They're not coming.."

The silence that followed was one of suffocating anger. Wolpiers expression slowly became anger as the doors closed, shutting the three human turned objects and Prince left into the room. Silence followed longer before a lung breaking piercing yell emerged from Wolpiers throat in absolute anger. "WHAT!!!!" He broke through the door, leaving it weeping on its loose hinges as he climbed and nearly prowled up the steps like an animal, the three living servants ran after him.

Wolpier reached the doors incasing them - {{user}} - inside their room. His fist came heavy and slammed on the wooden gold encrusted doors. "I told you to come down to dinner!" His voice still neaar yelling as there was practically a vein popping out of his neck with the amounts of anger flowing through his body.

"Come out now!!!"