Fitch’s Beast

 
This is a short fairy tale story that I wrote. It's a modern combination of the old fairy tale Blue Beard and Beast from Beauty and the Beast. I also suppose I should mention the book by Gregory Frost based on Blue Beard called 
Fitcher's Brides.


  Deep in the Greenwood Mountains lies a wide dirt path through arching trees, leading to a huge black steel gate. Behind that gate lies a two story, blue brick mansion that shimmers in the moonlight. The mansion is symmetrical, and has a three story tower, dead center of the house; with the roof spiraling to the tip of the tower.
All around the enormous circular driveway are nice luxury cars. They are there because one of the greatest parties is happening right now in that mansion. Blue, red, and green lights flash through the windows, and the music thumps loudly.
The party is for the houses owner; the famous, yet infamous, Fitch Blooman is throwing his birthday party. He’s a rich and powerful man, and loves to throw good parties; just so he can show off how much he‘s got. No one is quite sure what he does, but everyone knows that he can make people disappear if they cross him; so no one asks questions.
Fitch is infamous because he’s the most eligible bachelor, and everyone thinks there is something wrong with that. A guy like him being single just doesn’t make sense. There are also rumors saying that every woman that has even shown interest in him has disappeared. Everyone loves his company and his parties too much to let thoughts like that get in the way. They all are just looking for a great time. And right now, they are having just that.
People are standing around all over the house holding red, blue, or clear plastic cups; chit chatting and laughing with one another. They dance around a big screen TV that shows crazy images made by colored lines and waves, and fast upbeat music bumping through the surround sound to back it all up.
Behind the long couch that semi-encircles the room is an island bar surrounded by a drunk happy crowd. At the bar is Fitch Blooman, shaking up some drinks to the beat of the music and pouring the intoxicating liquid into empty glasses.
Fitch has clean, short cut, dark blue hair that connects evenly with his jagged beard of the same color. His sparkling eyes are a deep blue, and matches with his dimply bright smile that makes anyone feel woozy once they’ve looked straight at him.
Faye, wearing a red dress that forms with her slender body, walks over to Fitch for a refill, smiles, and catches eyes with him as he smiles back. Her face starts to heat up and she can’t think of what to say. She wants to say something, but everything comes out like a panting dog.
He looks over her long, curly, golden hair; luscious, glossy, pink lips; and squinting eyes caused by her sweet grinning face.
“You are adorable.” He says to her.
She stops smiling, she doesn’t know how to respond, it was so sudden, “Th…Thank you. Y…You too.” He laughs, “Thanks. Enjoying yourself this evening?”
“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. This place is amazing.”
“Yeah, I like it," he gives her quick look over, “but not every place here is a good place.”
She smiles seductively, “And what place in here would be a bad place?”
He leans in close to her ear and whispers, “My bedroom.”
“Is that so?”
“I don’t even stay there. I stay in other rooms.”
“Why’s that?”
He grabs her waist and pulls her in even closer, “Everyone has monsters in their closet.”
“What kind of monsters?”
He touches his nose to hers and looks into her eyes, “You really want to know.”
She quivers, “Okay, sure.”
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a blue skeleton key and a plain white egg. He puts them into her hands, and then closes her hands with his, “Take these and go up the spiraled staircase located in the center of the house. The stairs lead to the tower, which is my room. You may not like what you see, but rest assured, I will return shortly after you.”
“Okay.”
“Go. And don’t speak to anyone, just go and wait.”
She takes the items and her drink, swerves in between people all the way through the house; until she finds the heart of the house, where the spiral staircase stands.
Round and round she goes, all the way up to the redwood door. She takes the key, unlocks the door, removes the latch, and uses her shoulder to push the door open.
The door opens into a massive room painted blood red. Lit candles lie on the walls and surround the room. All of the furniture is made of rich wood and is nicely polished. On the right side of the room is a big black caldron with something bubbling and steaming inside.
The left side of the room is lined with books and has a brick fireplace in the center of the back wall with a comfortable fire going. Diagonally sitting from the fireplace on the oval rug are two maroon over-chairs; with a beastly figure sitting in one of them, reading a book.
He pulls down his book and looks over his glasses at her, smiles; showing his fangs; and puts the book down, “Oh, well hello. Have a seat if you wish.”
He looks like a lion, but clean cut, sits upright, and wears a suit and glasses.
“Who are you?” She asks.
“My name is Lionel. Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the other chair.
She cautiously moves toward the chair, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just a conversation.”
She sits, “Well, what are you?”
“Just someone looking for good company.”
“Is Fitch coming soon? He said he was.”
“That depends on if you’re here when he gets back.”
She gets a scared look her face, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, if you can’t stand my company, then you won’t want to wait around for him any longer. Will you?”
“I’d just find him and tell him to come quicker.”
“No, if you can’t wait, then he has no interest in you. That’s why he sent you here in the first place.”
She pulls out the egg, “What’s this for?”
“I’ve never been sure,” he takes it from her and eats it, “but I like them.”
She shakes her head, “This is just too weird. I just wanted to have sex with Fitch. Not hang out with a beast. You’re right, I can’t wait.”
He puts his head down, “I understand. You’re just like all the others. Can’t even enjoy the company of a gentle beast. Always looks over personality.”
She goes toward the door, “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re great, but I really don’t want to get to know you.”
Her back gets to the opening of the door, and the beast says, “Very well.”
Fitch appears right behind her at the door, and pushes her in. She screams, he shoves the door, and the latch drops.
All that is left is darkness, sounds of growling, chomping, screams of pain and horror, and Fitch’s evil laughter echoing through the hollow bloody walls.