week 9 story: the beast part 2

Previously: 

Later that night, he heard another knock. He already felt so humiliated from earlier in the day, but he still went to go open the door. Once the door was all the way open, he looked up completely expecting the visitor to be gone by this point, yet he was surprised to find himself looking straight into the warmest brown eyes he had ever seen.

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Five seconds passed and both of their eyes were still locked on each other. He was confused and lost for words. Why hadn’t she run away yet? Was she not afraid of him? Maybe he wasn’t that ugly after all…? He shook his head no disgusted by his own thought. Of course he was ugly, he was a beast.

While the beast became lost in his own thought, she continued to stare at him, studying his body language and actions. She cocked her head to the side as she looked him up and down, fully taking him in with her eyes. As he began to shake his head out of nowhere, she laughed in amusement, shaking the beast out of his trance.

The beast became aware of his surroundings and the reality of the situation once again and glowered. “Why are you here and what do you want?” he sneered.

Once again, she cocked her head to the side and really stared at him. She had heard all the stories and watched people as they cried on their way back from his house in terror, but now that she was actually in front of him, she realized the whole situation was actually amusing. She couldn’t contain herself, she bent over laughing as she tried to comprehend the situation.

“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!?” The beast was confused, but mostly he felt embarrassed. He was used to people running away and screaming in terror but laughter?! No one had ever laughed at him before. 

Still laughing, she wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly stood up. She once again looked straight into his dark green eyes and took a step closer. Not sure what to do and realizing that he was somewhat afraid of her, the beast froze in place. She took another step closer and now they were only a foot apart. 

Still frozen in fear, he quietly stuttered, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Her blank stare shattered as a smirk spread across her face. As she cocked her head to the side once more, she replied, “You? Now why would I be afraid of you?”

Before the beast had a chance to take in her words, she put her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, following him through the doorway and into the house. He stumbled back falling on his butt and by the time he looked up, she locked the door and turned around to smirk at him.

Author's Note: I decided to base my story off the scene in the Mahabharata where Vyasa, who has a frightful appearance, is ordered to sleep with all 3 daughters in order to produce sons. The story kind of reminded me of Beauty and the Beast so I decided to incorporate that idea into my story. Also, I decided to write the story in a blunt and vague way where no character is named.