Hearing Isabelle's voice they calm down and waged their tails, looking her way
Taking this opportunity, Andrew got up from the floor and first thing he did was to distance himself from the beasts.
The beasts gave him a glare.
Andrew rushed to pick up the iron flying pan which was on the floor and pointed out to the two beast.
The beasts dropping their guard, made their way to Isabelle.
Terrified Andrew decided to take this opportunity and attack the beast, hitting the black one on the head.
But, nothing happened to the black wolf on return, they put up their guards and growled, showing their beast like teeth. The black wolf bit on his hand, while the white wolf howled for more beast to come.
Soon, the howl of other beasts outside the castle can be heard. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 more than 10 howl was heard outside the castle.
Andrew shivered hearing the sound and imagined what can happen if they all came.
They must be coming.
Isabelle from the stairs, placed her hand on the railings and pushed her body up on the railings, and with the little force, she jumped down.
Jumping down from the stairway, it must be the height of 4 or 3 floors and she jumped from that height, but was harmless.
She didn't wanted to take time walking, all the way down when the situation was like this and it was less time consuming and a faster way to reach Andrew.
With the sound of "thum" her feets landed on the floor.
"Can you stop, Andrew?"
She said walking to the two beast.
Isabelle stroked the soft fur of the white wolf.
Feeling her hand, the wolf quite down, and rubbed his face on her hand and waging its tail.
"I didn't done.... anything"
Andrew said trembling, but his grip on the handle of the flying pan still tight even when his hand was bleeding like a waterfall. Coming down to the handle of the flying pan and dripping on the floor.
He did not meet the eyes of Lady Isabelle.
"You didn't?"
Isabelle lifted her eyebrow up and asked in a calm gesture.
"Okay, fine, what was you doing down here?"
"I"
"I was hungry, my lady"
His voice trembled and eyes looking here and there, he still was pointing the iron flying pan even to her direction.
He was scared to the beasts, but the fear for Isabelle was more than that, he can not stay with her even for a second. She was his living nightmare, a nightmare in a appearance of sweet daydream that anyone can be bewitched.
"So finally you felt hungry. Scared to die from starvation?"
"Amm, goodnight, my lady"
He did not answered to her question.
He took his half now to her and ran away in a speed of light, he dashed towards the stairway, climbing up the stairs and into the corridors, he did not look back even for once.
"He took the flying pan with him, what a pity"
Isabelle entered the kitchen and saw the half eaten piece of bread.
"He sneak into the kitchen and look what pity, he even couldn't finish the whole bread"
Andrew dashed into his room, and closed the door behind, he stood facing the door and brought his forehead against the wood of the door, he sobbed and catched on his breath, the flying pan he was holding, he let it slide from his hand dropping it on the floor.
Crouching against the surface of the door, he hugged himself and sobbed, his body still trembling in fear.
The incident of that day was still stuck in his head, as a horrifying memorie, a memorie which he can never forget, even when he wanted to. The screams of that servant and the blood dripping from her cheeks, he wanted to forget all of it.
He was still a teenager so that incident made a huge impact on him.
Tears came rolling down from his eyes, his long eyelashes getting super wet.
"I want to leave"
"I want to run away"
He said crying, his voice breaking in middle.
When he heard the sound of heels approaching his way, he rushed to his bed, hiding under the bedsheets, the sound slowly faded away, going in other direction.
He exhaled a relief breath and laid down on his bed, soon he felt sleepy, guess the piece of bread helped in to gain some energy, before he could close his eyes and sleep, coming down from the bed, he checked the door twice, if it was closed nicely and it was closed. He picked up the flying pan and went to sleep, holding the flying pan as if he was holding onto his life.