Academia of the Beast: A Dark Retelling of Beauty and the Beast

by K.N. Lee

  The living space was the biggest portion of the studio, with black sofas and a red coffee table, a flat screen hanging on the wall, and a piano that Aude played on when they had parties.

  She hated charity, but at least she would be warm for the winter. With nowhere else to go, she’d have to do what was necessary to survive.

  So, she shrugged off her waistcoat and put it on the coat rack.

  “Make yourself at home. Like I said, Khia and I are happy to sleep out here and you can take our bed.”

  “There is no way I’m taking your bed. I’m completely fine with the sofa. It looks comfy anyway.”

  “Okay. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. We have plenty of pillows and blankets.”

  Allyn smiled. Was this what a sleepover was like? She’d always wanted to stay up late talking and laughing with girlfriends. Her days were quieter, spent alone in her room or by the bank of the river with a bag of books and her favorite music.

  “Thank you.”

  “Would you like a drink?” Khia asked, heading over to their stainless steel kitchen to the right of the front door. Her hair swung as she walked as if the world was a runway.

  Allyn nodded and took her hair from its ponytail so that it hung to her mid-back. “Yes. Whatever you have.”

  Khia held up a clear bottle, a thinly arched eyebrow lifted. “How about a shot of Chronos?”

  “Make it a double,” Allyn replied, as she walked over to the window that stretched from floor to ceiling and looked out onto the city.

  “Babe,” Aude said. “How do you feel about me dying my hair red? I have hair envy right now.”

  “Do whatever you want. I hear it’s going to be the hottest trend in the fall. But blond is taking over spring.”

  Allyn knew nothing of fashion or trends. She couldn’t afford to follow such things. Her heart soared with books, and art, two things that Byron never understood. Dating a soldier whose idea of a fun night was drinking and throwing darts or playing video games, Allyn had lost sight of what she truly wanted. Sometimes she wished she’d learned more about boys and men from her mother.

  As she looked out to the windows, she missed her more than ever.

  From that high up, she could see the entire city, all the way to the Briar Woods that separated Elastria from New Prussia, the next kingdom over. The sun was setting, and the city was awakening with color and light that were enchanting, hypnotizing Allyn as she imagined what life would have been like if she’d never met Byron. Perhaps she would have done something with her literature degree. Something other than waitressing just to scrape by.

  She sighed, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. She’d been attracted to his royal army uniform and his charming smile. Like Wickham in her favorite Jane Austen book, he had tricked her. She just wished she had a Mr. Darcy to give her the happily ever after her heart desired.

  Her heart still ached as she tried to push Byron from her mind.

  “Here you go, love,” Khia said, tapping Allyn on the shoulder. Aude stood beside her, two shots in her hands.

  Allyn took her shot glass and together, they held their glasses out to each other.

  “Cheers to a new beginning,” Aude said.

  “And saying goodbye to trifling men,” Khia added.

  Forcing a smile, Allyn nodded. “Cheers to that.”

  They tapped their shot glasses together and drank down their shots of the potent liquor that burned Allyn’s throat as she drank it down.

  She winced at how strong it was.

  Khia looked up from her phone, her thin eyebrows lifting. “You guys aren’t going to believe this,” she said, a grin spreading across her face.

  “What is it?” Aude asked.

  Khia jumped up and down, her bangs bouncing. “I was approved for a curfew pass! I can bring three guests with me to the Pre-Season Party.” She ran toward their bedroom area and threw open the wardrobe.

  “What does that mean?” Allyn asked as she watched Aude throw several shiny, glittering dresses onto their king-sized bed. “Won’t everything be closed?”

  “No, girl. We will get picked up in half an hour and taken to the secret location where the party is being held.”

  Allyn sat down on the sofa. She knew they were looking at her, but she intentionally averted her eyes and turned on their TV. “You guys have fun. It has been a stressful day and I have no desire to be around a bunch of people I don’t know. I’m not going.”

  “Like hell, you’re not. You get your skinny butt off the couch and get in here. We are dressing up and ending the season with a bang.”

  With a groan, Allyn turned to her. “I can’t. I don’t really feel like being around a lot of people.”

  Aude knelt down before her. “Sweetheart, that’s why you need to come with us. I know that Khia and I are fun and all, but after tonight we will all be stuck indoors for six weeks. Even if you don’t feel like it, you need to take advantage of this opportunity. Who knows what will happen? You might actually thank us for persuading you.”

  When Aude gave her a smile that highlighted her dimples, she knew there was no more use resisting. So, she stood, and with a sigh, she nodded.

  “Fine. But, you’re going to have to let me wear one of your dresses.”

  Aude clapped her hands and then nudged her along to the bedroom. “I have the perfect one for you. Someone might find a new man tonight.”

  CHAPTER 3

  CONALL BARAN STOOD on the balcony, looking out into the dark forest as white snow fell from the sky. He gripped the slick ice-covered railing with his bare hands, his jaw clenched as Hannah stormed into his private chambers, her high heels clicking against the marble floors so loudly that he almost cringed at how much the sound was intensified by his ultra-sensitive ears.

  “I fucking hate you,” she said from behind him. The voice he’d once thought was husky and seductive now grated on his nerves. “Look at me, Conall! I didn’t waste nearly a year of my life to be thrown out on the streets. After all that I’ve put up with you and your mood swings!”

  Conall didn’t bother to look back. If he looked at her face he might actually pity her.

  Hannah Morse didn’t deserve his pity. If the streets were her only option after betraying him, then that’s where she belonged.

  “You break up with me and then throw a party at the Digital Underground. What is wrong with you? Hey,” she yelled. “I am talking to you.”

  When Conall turned to her, she took two steps back, her face paling. She’d been spared his glare until now, though she deserved it from the beginning.

  “Get your things, and leave. I don’t want to have to get the guards to escort you out.”

  She swallowed and made a feeble attempt to hide just how afraid she was at that moment by tossing her voluminous blond hair, and folding her arms across her small chest.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  He folded his hands before his black suit and stepped forward, and through the glass doors of his balcony. “You don’t have to believe. The curse is real, and if you don’t get out of my home, I will show you just how real it is.”

  Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes darted from one end of his large, lavish bedroom to the paintings and tapestries. “Conall, darling. You know that I didn’t mean those things that they put in the paper. I love you.”

  He paused and squeezed his eyes shut.

  Love? Is she delusional?

  Hannah didn’t know what that word meant. During their time together she’d been feeding stories to the tabloids and imperial papers. He should have looked deeper into her past, but even that wouldn’t have revealed her true intentions.

  A buzzing sound came from his watch and he glanced down at it. It was Kyle, his oldest cousin. His shoulders slumped and he answered the call by clicking the button on the side. He walked away from Hannah, the device implanted within his ear clicking on with the call.

  “What’s up?”

  “Are you alone? Is Lennox aro
und?”

  Conall glanced at Hannah who still stood there, watching him like a hawk, her almond-shaped blue eyes following him from the center of his bedroom to the study that waited just through the white stone archway.

  “What do you need, Kyle? You can speak freely,” he said. “Lennox isn’t here.”

  “We found her.”

  Conall froze. “What?”

  “You heard me right.”

  It can’t be. Lennox never lost a prey, and the one time he did, he made sure to tell their father.

  When Conall heard the story, he’d been amazed. A young woman had cast an impenetrable barrier, and gotten away. He ran his hand through his black hair, and grasped a handful as he imagined seeing the web she’d cast.

  Conall just wished he could have seen such a thing.

  “You’re joking.”

  “Have I ever been the kind of person to tell jokes?”

  Good point.

  “You found the witch?”

  “Not just any witch. We found the one that Lennox told your father about. She sounds incredible. None of the others were able to do the things she did that night in the woods. And no one escapes Lennox.”

  “What are you going to do now?”

  “What do think we should do?”

  “I think we should exploit her skills. With the other kingdoms at our throats, it won’t hurt to have someone as powerful as her on our side. Just a thought.”

  Conall wasn’t sure that he liked the execution of witches, but it was the way things were, and always would be until they were all extinct.

  “I agree with you. Whatever you do, don’t let Lennox find out.”

  “I will try my best,” Conall said, and the call was ended.

  He sighed and returned to Hannah, who now sat on the edge of his bed, her dress on the floor. For a moment, his eyes widened as he looked at her sitting there, naked, her perky breasts pointed toward him.

  His room was impeccably clean and tidy. Everything was polished and dusted daily. Stacks of shirts were folded and stored in his wardrobe. Books were lined up in alphabetical order on the shelves in his office. His face reddened. Seeing her clothing sprawled on the floor made his skin crawl.

  “Won’t you come to bed, baby?”

  “Hannah,” he said, crossing the room to pick her dress off the floor. He shoved it into her arms, his fury boiling forth. “Get out.”

  She didn’t ask any questions. The intensity in his eyes said it all, and she hopped from the bed and ran from his room. Before she turned the corner, she shot a look over her shoulder that made his blood run cold.

  “You’re mad, Conall. And I feel sorry for you.”

  Once alone, Conall rubbed his face. Her words would haunt him. He almost started to love her. Almost. But, not even her attempt to seduce him would erase the distrust for her. You betray Conall once, you never get another chance.

  He stared at the open doorway where she’d left, an ache in his heart frightening him. The truth was, he’d only kept her around so that he wouldn’t have to be alone.

  “She was never the right one for you,” a soft female voice called from the darkness. Like the wind, it seemed to surround him. “She would have never broken the curse.”

  Conall shrugged. “I’m beginning to think that the right woman for me doesn’t exist,” he said as he left his quarters and headed toward the staircase that led to the main floor. Perhaps tonight he would free his mind from the pain of having his heart broken. At the very least, he’d find another beautiful young woman for his bed.

  CHAPTER 4

  SNOW FELL LIKE little crystals from the sky, making the streets glitter as a party bus picked them up. It was odd seeing the streets and sidewalks free of crowds of people and the usual vendors that would stay out all day selling street food to passersby. The shops were closed for the season, and all transport was shut down.

  But, for once, Allyn was free to be out in the city. They got into the sleek, black bus and she was surprised to see seats that faced each other on either side. The seats were filled with other party goers. Girls—more like models—were dressed in tight, short dresses with way too much skin than Allyn was comfortable showing.

  As she followed Aude and Khia to the back where there were exactly four seats left, she averted her eyes, already self-conscious for being in the sparkling gold dress Aude had let her wear. It was a little shorter than she would have liked, with a plunging neckline that Khia said made her breasts look great. At least it covered the scars on her back. She’d been careful to get dressed in the bathroom, not ready to explain the gruesome scars that tainted her white flesh.

  That comment alone made her blush and wish she’d have worn a jacket. Thankfully the bus was warm and they would be dropped off underground where the cold wouldn’t give all of the young partygoers a chill.

  No one wanted to spend the entire season battling the flu.

  Once they sat down, a tall blond woman stood and smiled at everyone. “Next stop, The Digital Underground!”

  Everyone cheered. There was a cooled barrel in the center of the bus, in between poles that Allyn figured was there in case someone had the urge to strip in the middle of the bus.

  This was not her typical scene, but Aude was right. Maybe she should experience new things.

  Inside the barrel were cans of cold beer. Once the bus started moving again, they were passed cans of amber ale.

  Khia and Aude popped their cans open and Allyn followed their lead. “All right girls. Let’s get drunk, dance our asses off, and party like it’s the end of the season.”

  “It is,” Aude said with a laugh.

  “That’s right, and no one has to drive home. So, yeah. Let’s do this!”

  Allyn couldn’t help laughing with them and they all drank from their cans. The cold liquid added to the buzz Allyn already had from the double shot of Chronos.

  As the music pumped in the bus and people started dancing, she found herself actually getting excited for what she would see at the Digital Underground. She’d heard of the super exclusive club but had never imagined actually going there. Only the wealthy and famous were allowed, with exceptions for the most attractive girls that got in for their looks alone.

  Instead of dancing with her friends, she pressed her body to the far window and looked out at the city that now looked abandoned. It had an eerie beauty about it, with the dark empty streets covered with white snow that was being scraped away by a shovel attached to the front of the bus. But the buildings, with their lights and glass siding, made Central Elastria look like a fairytale land of the future. As she tuned out the music, she realized that’s exactly what it was.

  They arrived at the Digital Underground much faster than she’d expected, but it made sense since there was virtually no traffic the entire drive.

  The bus drove into a tunnel lit bright with yellow lights. When it parked in the parking garage, everyone lined up, ready to get out and head to the entrance of the club. Allyn was at the end of the line as they filled out and into the parking garage. A purple carpet led to the front door guarded by four giant men with black shirts that clung to their large muscles.

  Khia showed her invitation and they were all allowed inside. Once they stepped through the heavy gold encrusted doors that made it look like they were entering a temple instead of a club, the entire atmosphere changed.

  Allyn audibly gasped as they entered the magical world of the Digital Underground. She held onto Khia’s hand, not wanting to get left behind as darkness smothered them, only highlighted by iridescent red and purple lights that streamed along the walls, illuminating ancient symbols of the old age when the fae were as much a part of Elastria as humans.

  Her skin tingled. This felt more like home than anywhere she’d ever been.

  It delighted and scared her, for her palms began to itch with the urge to cast.

  As they walked through the long tunnel of glowing symbols, the music grew louder and louder until it was at full
volume at the end that opened up to a circular balcony that looked down at the glass dance floor packed with people.

  Allyn’s mouth parted as she looked in awe at everything, her eyes following four girls dressed in nothing, but covered in neon paint that made it look like they were of the ancient fae tribes. They grabbed onto colored sashes that carried them up into the sky. She stood there, her hands clasped around the golden railing of the balcony as they reached the top of the ceiling, wrapped the bodies into the sashes and began to dance.

  “Wow,” she said.

  Aude and Khia stood on either side of her. “I know. The aerial dancers here are some of the best I’ve seen.”

  “I know. The dances at Mez have nothing on these girls,” Khia added.

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually had fae blood.”

  “I doubt it. There’s no way the king would allow it.”

  “How would he know?” Aude asked, challenging her playfully.

  Khia shrugged with a laugh. “Good question.” She looked down at the bottom floor. “Shots! Let’s go to the bar.”

  Allyn groaned, already feeling like she had too much as Khia took her by the hand and pulled her along. They walked along the balcony until they reached a set of metal stairs that led them down to the dance floor and bar areas. All of the flashing lights were a bit disorienting but in addition to the music it made her adrenaline pump.

  Before she knew it, she found herself nodding her head to the music. They stood at the glass bar, where the attractive male and female bartender showed off their bar skills, doing tricks with the alcohol and glasses.

  As they drank their second shot of the night, Allyn’s eyes wandered around the club and its many sights. She set her shot glass down and froze when her eyes went to the VIP section. Something odd happened. Her ears seemed to grow hot and quiet as she peered past the open curtain and into the darkness. Someone watched her, a man, in the darkness. She held her breath, realizing that there was a silver glow to his eyes.

  Despite the entire room going silent, she could hear her own heartbeat and the world seemed to slow.