Emotions ran through his entire being as he laid hunched in the corner of the abandoned castle, deep within the world that held his "home." Thick rivets had been clawed into the walls, along with freshly broken furniture scattered upon the floor. It practically added to the "haunted" effect the castle had going on. A breeze blew through a crack in the broken window, the warm air ruffling fur on his back. The action caused him to shudder violently, a deep snarl growing in his throat as claws tightened into his arms. This couldn't be. It was impossible.
Just a week ago he was living his life. Or, at least a life he thought was his. Something that felt so real to him, so natural. Even with the lack of a proper memory, the accident had all made sense. But to realize he wasn't what, or even who, he thought he was, was enough to send anyone running. His method of coping just seemed to recluse himself. To continually remind himself that he was nothing short of a monster, and that the woman who had captured his heart was nothing more than a lie. All he had sat out to do was run off some steam. A short attempt to clear his head from the frequenting dreams that seemed to grow with intensity the more he was around Marie. Which seemed to be a lot as she always seemed to pop up wherever he was.
Logically he should have kept his head and found his way to the Transition Center. Should have asked them what happened and why they continued to let him live the lie that was his "life." Had they really expected things to go smoothly for him? That he wouldn't have found out? It probably would have been that way, had he not decided to play the hero when he caught sight of the mugging that took place. A sense of heroism surged through him as he caused the punk through the busy sidewalk. He didn't realize what, or even where, he was running until he stumbled on the haunches of his own paws. His balance had been lost the moment he crossed through the Portal, and the terrifying roar that echoed against the damp walls as memories violently rushed back to his mind was enough to drive anyone mad.
As for the boy? Tristian. Or Adam. Or even Beast couldn't tell you where he went.
How he'd managed to find himself this hideout without drawing the attraction of the Darkness, he'd never know. Maybe they had other plans for him. Or maybe they expected him to fall far enough into his own madness that he would be one less being to worry about. Heaven knows there was enough damage in his mind without the excess packaging the Darkness could bring.
One week. Seven full days he'd been alone in this abandoned castle. Seven days to recount every memory from the past and the present. Seven days to wallow in self pity. Seven days was long enough for his Landlord to wonder where he'd gone. Was anyone even worried about him? Had he managed to make any friends on the other side? And what of his servants? Were they alive? Did they hate him? Or had they, like he once had, lost the memories of the life he'd thrown on them?
A growl rumbled in his chest at the thought. He was the reason behind the state he was in.
Wallowing in his depression, he hadn't noticed the sound of the door creaking open on it's heavily rusted hinges. Didn't hear the male voice that cried out in hesitation when the door slammed shut on him. No. Sound wasn't a sense that was properly working for him. It was the lingering scent of fresh dust being stirred. Of doubt and fear that tickled the fur around his nostrils that had him snapping his head up.
Without a logical thought as to what could have caused the sensation, he launched himself onto all fours as he made his way towards the front of the castle.
Easily skipping steps as he rushed down the spiraling staircase, the scents grew more intense the closer he got, his cape blowing out behind him as he stayed concealed in the shadows, his animal eyes trained on the shadow by the grand table. Ears folding back, his tail gave one firm swish before coming to rest against his hind quarters, the pads of his paws quiet upon the ancient wood of the castle.
The figure that stood in the center of the room was drenched in fear. It was a sensation that clung to him, like wet clothes do after running through the ran. He was tall; taller than any human he'd met in the past. Slinking past a small moon beam that tried to show his face, he stayed tucked on all fours as he called out in a snarl.
"Come to stare at the Beast now, have you?"