The Dark Beast's Love

"You are my promised love," The cursed boy said. "My mate." I could only stare at the boy in front of me, my head still working around the fact that he'd just revealed his curse some minutes ago. "You are cursed," I managed to get out, my eyes finally daring to meet his. "The witch cursed you." "She did," He agreed, his tone almost bored. "She cursed me for my wish, but she didn't deny it. You are my love in this lifetime, and you are the beast's love." - The first time it happened, no one could believe what was right in front of them. There was too much blood for the eyes to comprehend, and too little body left for anyone to recognise the victim. The second time it happened, people spent hours of their night trying to find a connection between Mrs Evermore and the new victim, Mr Heimdenger. The murders had been about a month apart, but the corpses were too similar for one to mistake it as two different murderers, both torn apart into nothingness. The third time it happened, people started whispering about a curse. The witches of the village had spoken and told everyone about how someone had opened a door they weren't supposed to open, and now they were all punished as the dark magic plagued their grounds. It went on like that for a while, but the month it took my mother, I swore to slay the beast myself.