FanFic: BB The Silent One - Ch 2 Beasting Out
BB The Silent One
Chapter 2: Beasting Out
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent/Beast
Genre: Angst, Ship, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R
Warning: Language/Mental Mayhem/Violence
Spoiler Alert: Season 1 Ep 1-8
Summary: The Beast within Vincent only knows loneliness because even the man he is trapped inside does not know he exists. Beast finds his focus strays to an unlikely source of hope.
A/N: I started this with a feeling that Vincent has another self within who might want to come out and play. Beast is his own identity, and trapped inside of Vincent’s mind. While watching the show, I started saying, “He’s beasting out.” and “He beasted out.” I know those are not real words, but I like it. It feels all BAMF, and he is.
If you need to go to ch1, Click Here.
Vincent pushed the dragster inspired Harley to its limits when he heard a rapid succession of gun fire in the distance. “Damn them!”
Adrenalin coursed through Vincent’s body causing the now familiar vibration in his spine and pressure behind his eyes allowing his senses to come alive with the night. He knew he was beasting out again.
His vision sharpened to allow him to see the intricate detail of the pavement and tree line. Vincent could make out every leaf and limb even in the dark of night, but none of his heightened abilities could make the bike go any faster. “Damn.”
Sounds from all directions assaulted him next allowing him to hear a younger female than he expected. “Mom. Mom.”
Vincent unleashed his furry knowing the woman he came to save was now dead and a member of her family was next. He could feel his body changing even as he struggled to control the bike.
Veins distended under his skin almost all over his body as a building came into view around a corner up ahead. Vincent knew he was about to lose his ability to maneuver the performance custom bike, so he tried to slow the Harley.
Beast concentrated on sharing his abilities with Vincent, and pushed a mental thought that he needed to ditch the machine now. Beast was happily rewarded when Vincent seemed to feel the request and vaulted into the air to let the bike wipe out in a nearby ditch.
Every second counted, and it was not like the bike was really his.
Vincent sprinted forward at blurring speeds as he did nothing to control the anxiety that felt like talons in his mind. He welcomed the pain hoping that it would make him even faster.
Memories in image form fed information to Beast about Vincent’s past, which was nothing unusual for Beast anymore.
Beast assimilated yet another memory and series of thoughts as Vincent skid to a stop hearing a skull smack into a hard object. All sounds of running ceased.
Vincent was fully beasted out at this point and heard a low growl coming from his chest that he was not entirely sure he was controlling. He ignored such occurrences believing it was part of the side effects from the genetic experiment he was subject to when he was in the military.
The same faint female voice sounded in his ears. “Please. Please. Please.”
Vincent and Beast were intently watching the two men hovering over the young woman who was bleeding from her head. Vincent shifted moving around part of the underbrush that was in his way.
Vincent didn’t want to get shot, but he would risk getting hit if it meant saving her life.
Beast felt momentary confusion at Vincent’s lack of self preservation toward himself when it came to the much smaller female who was hurt and begging for her life.
Protective instincts ripped through Vincent and into Beast as he surged forward to stop the man who was even now holding a gun at her.
Beast fused with Vincent’s body momentarily taking control for the first time. Beast slashed at the two attackers ripping their clothing, skin and muscle. They were going to end the defenseless woman’s life, so he was determined to end theirs.
Beast expected his new found freedom to diminish almost instantly, but his control remained. He could feel Vincent’s mind was in disarray and unfocused as if he were not able to form any coherent thoughts. The disassociated state was working to Beast’s advantage.
Beast slowly moved forward toward the brown haired women relishing the ability to move each limb and take in deep breaths of the night air.
She tried to move back, so he stopped not wanting her to further injure herself.
Beast ground his teeth at the thought that he too was concerned for her, and it was not all Vincent. He wished he was able to have gotten to her sooner, and he wished he could have saved the other woman.
In the past, Beast had made a list of all of the things he would do if ever given the chance at freedom. And, he astonished himself by doing none of them. He just stood in place feeling contentment at having the freedom to scrutinize the young woman lying on the ground.
Beast wondered if she too had a being inside of her that longed to come out. He tipped his head deciding that she did not.
He wanted to gather information about her, but knew he could not ask questions. He had never focused on speaking, but always focused on Vincent’s body movements. For that he was thankful, because he was able to move around without difficulty.
Beast ignored the scent of the crumbled leaves and moss. Instead, he breathed in her sent speculating that she must use a fruit fragrance shampoo. He decided on strawberries.
She intrigued and compelled him as nothing had ever before. He simply tried to understand her as best he could from what he was seeing and smelling. But, he wanted to know what she was thinking, and what thoughts she had of him. It was after all the first time anyone acknowledged his existence. It was the first time anyone had known he was there.
Her fear of him started to fade as a deep sadness filled her large lovely eyes.
Beast knew the expression as one he watched on Vincent’s face in a mirror when he thought of his fallen comrades and his family who were now passed away.
Sirens were getting closer, and he knew that he needed to escape before they arrived. He fought the urge to stay and protect her till the authorities arrived. He quickly told himself that he could not hear any other predators in the wooded area but him, so she would be safe.
Beast felt the muscles in his jaw work as if he was going to speak. He wanted to tell her he had to leave, but she was safe. He wished to know her name.
He longed to communicate with her in some way, but knew if he opened his mouth to speak only growling sounds would come out. It was the only sound he knew how to make, and it angered him. He understood that the growling would be perceived as aggression or attack, and she would most likely try to get away from him.
Beast didn’t want to cause her to struggle or to fall again.
He had to remain silent.
Beast used every ounce of his will to force his eyes to dart to the side then move his body away from her. Every step was an agony, and he knew he was doing it to himself.
It was the most difficult thing he had ever suffered through. It was even worse than being stuck in a body that another controlled.
Vincent’s thoughts started to form again, and Beast felt his freedom slipping away.
Beast stopped even trying to fight the circumstance, but let Vincent take over as he stalked farther into the wooded area.
Beast felt fear for the second time in his existence. He feared he would never see her or ever have the chance to communicate with her. He would never know her, and she would never know him.
Desolation threatened to overtake him in the darkness of Vincent’s mind until he heard a whisper of thought from Vincent.
It was a spark of light in his thoughts that he could focus on knowing that with the spark he was not alone and unknown. It was a memory of something spoken to Vincent before in a very different place.
Over the next several years, Beast repeated that one thought to himself and hoped that Vincent heard. At least once a year, Beast speculated that Vincent heard him because Vincent would spend a day watching her. It was the only thing Beast looked forward to in his existence.
Beast repeated that one word as if it were a prayer.
It was a powerful word that staved off the depths of despair.
In a shroud of darkness, the one word was spoken with reverence…Catherine.
A/N: I think that he see’s Catherine as his only hope, but so does Vincent. I just love this show! Please review and let me know what you think of my first BATB fic.
To go to Ch 3, Click Here!
:)
Chapter 2: Beasting Out
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent/Beast
Genre: Angst, Ship, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R
Warning: Language/Mental Mayhem/Violence
Spoiler Alert: Season 1 Ep 1-8
Summary: The Beast within Vincent only knows loneliness because even the man he is trapped inside does not know he exists. Beast finds his focus strays to an unlikely source of hope.
A/N: I started this with a feeling that Vincent has another self within who might want to come out and play. Beast is his own identity, and trapped inside of Vincent’s mind. While watching the show, I started saying, “He’s beasting out.” and “He beasted out.” I know those are not real words, but I like it. It feels all BAMF, and he is.
If you need to go to ch1, Click Here.
Vincent pushed the dragster inspired Harley to its limits when he heard a rapid succession of gun fire in the distance. “Damn them!”
Adrenalin coursed through Vincent’s body causing the now familiar vibration in his spine and pressure behind his eyes allowing his senses to come alive with the night. He knew he was beasting out again.
His vision sharpened to allow him to see the intricate detail of the pavement and tree line. Vincent could make out every leaf and limb even in the dark of night, but none of his heightened abilities could make the bike go any faster. “Damn.”
Sounds from all directions assaulted him next allowing him to hear a younger female than he expected. “Mom. Mom.”
Vincent unleashed his furry knowing the woman he came to save was now dead and a member of her family was next. He could feel his body changing even as he struggled to control the bike.
Veins distended under his skin almost all over his body as a building came into view around a corner up ahead. Vincent knew he was about to lose his ability to maneuver the performance custom bike, so he tried to slow the Harley.
Beast concentrated on sharing his abilities with Vincent, and pushed a mental thought that he needed to ditch the machine now. Beast was happily rewarded when Vincent seemed to feel the request and vaulted into the air to let the bike wipe out in a nearby ditch.
Every second counted, and it was not like the bike was really his.
Vincent sprinted forward at blurring speeds as he did nothing to control the anxiety that felt like talons in his mind. He welcomed the pain hoping that it would make him even faster.
Memories in image form fed information to Beast about Vincent’s past, which was nothing unusual for Beast anymore.
Beast assimilated yet another memory and series of thoughts as Vincent skid to a stop hearing a skull smack into a hard object. All sounds of running ceased.
Vincent was fully beasted out at this point and heard a low growl coming from his chest that he was not entirely sure he was controlling. He ignored such occurrences believing it was part of the side effects from the genetic experiment he was subject to when he was in the military.
The same faint female voice sounded in his ears. “Please. Please. Please.”
Vincent and Beast were intently watching the two men hovering over the young woman who was bleeding from her head. Vincent shifted moving around part of the underbrush that was in his way.
Vincent didn’t want to get shot, but he would risk getting hit if it meant saving her life.
Beast felt momentary confusion at Vincent’s lack of self preservation toward himself when it came to the much smaller female who was hurt and begging for her life.
Protective instincts ripped through Vincent and into Beast as he surged forward to stop the man who was even now holding a gun at her.
Beast fused with Vincent’s body momentarily taking control for the first time. Beast slashed at the two attackers ripping their clothing, skin and muscle. They were going to end the defenseless woman’s life, so he was determined to end theirs.
Beast expected his new found freedom to diminish almost instantly, but his control remained. He could feel Vincent’s mind was in disarray and unfocused as if he were not able to form any coherent thoughts. The disassociated state was working to Beast’s advantage.
Beast slowly moved forward toward the brown haired women relishing the ability to move each limb and take in deep breaths of the night air.
She tried to move back, so he stopped not wanting her to further injure herself.
Beast ground his teeth at the thought that he too was concerned for her, and it was not all Vincent. He wished he was able to have gotten to her sooner, and he wished he could have saved the other woman.
In the past, Beast had made a list of all of the things he would do if ever given the chance at freedom. And, he astonished himself by doing none of them. He just stood in place feeling contentment at having the freedom to scrutinize the young woman lying on the ground.
Beast wondered if she too had a being inside of her that longed to come out. He tipped his head deciding that she did not.
He wanted to gather information about her, but knew he could not ask questions. He had never focused on speaking, but always focused on Vincent’s body movements. For that he was thankful, because he was able to move around without difficulty.
Beast ignored the scent of the crumbled leaves and moss. Instead, he breathed in her sent speculating that she must use a fruit fragrance shampoo. He decided on strawberries.
She intrigued and compelled him as nothing had ever before. He simply tried to understand her as best he could from what he was seeing and smelling. But, he wanted to know what she was thinking, and what thoughts she had of him. It was after all the first time anyone acknowledged his existence. It was the first time anyone had known he was there.
Her fear of him started to fade as a deep sadness filled her large lovely eyes.
Beast knew the expression as one he watched on Vincent’s face in a mirror when he thought of his fallen comrades and his family who were now passed away.
Sirens were getting closer, and he knew that he needed to escape before they arrived. He fought the urge to stay and protect her till the authorities arrived. He quickly told himself that he could not hear any other predators in the wooded area but him, so she would be safe.
Beast felt the muscles in his jaw work as if he was going to speak. He wanted to tell her he had to leave, but she was safe. He wished to know her name.
He longed to communicate with her in some way, but knew if he opened his mouth to speak only growling sounds would come out. It was the only sound he knew how to make, and it angered him. He understood that the growling would be perceived as aggression or attack, and she would most likely try to get away from him.
Beast didn’t want to cause her to struggle or to fall again.
He had to remain silent.
Beast used every ounce of his will to force his eyes to dart to the side then move his body away from her. Every step was an agony, and he knew he was doing it to himself.
It was the most difficult thing he had ever suffered through. It was even worse than being stuck in a body that another controlled.
Vincent’s thoughts started to form again, and Beast felt his freedom slipping away.
Beast stopped even trying to fight the circumstance, but let Vincent take over as he stalked farther into the wooded area.
Beast felt fear for the second time in his existence. He feared he would never see her or ever have the chance to communicate with her. He would never know her, and she would never know him.
Desolation threatened to overtake him in the darkness of Vincent’s mind until he heard a whisper of thought from Vincent.
It was a spark of light in his thoughts that he could focus on knowing that with the spark he was not alone and unknown. It was a memory of something spoken to Vincent before in a very different place.
Over the next several years, Beast repeated that one thought to himself and hoped that Vincent heard. At least once a year, Beast speculated that Vincent heard him because Vincent would spend a day watching her. It was the only thing Beast looked forward to in his existence.
Beast repeated that one word as if it were a prayer.
It was a powerful word that staved off the depths of despair.
In a shroud of darkness, the one word was spoken with reverence…Catherine.
A/N: I think that he see’s Catherine as his only hope, but so does Vincent. I just love this show! Please review and let me know what you think of my first BATB fic.
To go to Ch 3, Click Here!
:)