Blake (Belle- Beauty and the Beast)

~Warning may contain words and actions that are offensive to some readers~

You opened the door to see a old hag standing on your front steps. She was clothed in nothing more than mere rags, and the cane she was holding onto was a medium sized tree branch. You looked her up and down with disgust, but wouldn't let it show on your face. Instead you smiled at her with a fake smile so that she couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"How may I help you?" You asked her in a fake caring voice.

The old women eyed you closely as she began to see the darkness that resides in your heart.

"I seek shelter from the rain, young man/lady. Will you allow me to stay here just one night or at least until the rain has stopped? I will give you this rose as a small token of my appreciation if you do." The old women reached into the sleeve of her rags and pulled out a single red rose.

It was quite beautiful, but you had many roses like that in your garden and this old women would probably try to steal something if you had let her spend the night.

"Why the hell would I let an old hag like you into my castle? You're filthy and you smell like a sewage drain. So how about you go to what ever rat hole you climbed out of and die there." You said with venom dripping off every word.

You tried to close the door, but the hag blocked it with her foot. You opened the door only to see her still holding the rose out to you.

"You're making a big mistake. If you don't fix your ways, nothing but misfortune will come your way." The old women says with seriousness.

You only laughed in her face as if she had said something funny. It was funny, it was so funny how an old hag who barely even knew you was telling you to actually be nice. How dare she. You regained your composer as your smile slowly turned into a sneer.

"How about you leave my fucking front porch and go tell it to someone who actually gives a shit about what you're saying. Goodbye." You slammed the door in her face and began to walk away.

A devilish smile grew as you began to remember just how nasty you were to her, but another knock on your door caused you to loose your train of thought. You groaned out in annoyance and rolled your eyes as you turned on your heel to go answer the door. But before you even reached towards the door handle, the door had swung open and a big gust of wind had sent you flying onto the wall in your foyer.

The wind had been knocked out of you, causing you to have trouble breathing. You began to breath in and out really slowly so as not to over-exart yourself. When you could once again breath normally again, you looked up to see what had happened.

What you saw made you both terrified and confused. Standing over you was the old hag, but instead of wearing rags, she was wearing a beautiful dress. And the branch that she was using as a cane had turned into a wand. But what surprised you the most was that she was no longer old, instead she was a beautiful young women with flowing blonde hair and big green eyes.

She was looking down at you with the same sneer that you had given her a few moments ago. You must've really pissed her off.

"Alright you little brat, you want to be ugly and mean? Then so be it." Her eyes flashed a bright lime-green color.

She raised up her wand and swirled it over you, a golden mist had sprung free from it and began to surround your entire body. You heard her chant in some kind of foreign language, that's when you knew that she was casting a spell. ON YOU.

"Wait, please. I'm sorry for being so mean to you. Give me a second chance." She stopped in mid-chant to listen to the words You had to say.

"You had your second chance before you slammed the door in my face, now you will become who you truly are. . . A vicious, ruthless, and ugly beast!" Her eyes began to glow more brightly as she continued her chant.

The golden mist began to wrap itself around your body. You screamed out in pain you you felt your bones and skin expanding. It felt as though you were being ripped open from the inside out. Hair began to grow on your entire body, your hands and feet began to turn into paws with long and sharp claws, your face contorted into that of a gruesome monster while your teeth began to sharpen themselves into fangs.

Your transformation became complete when you stood up and saw your reflection in the mirror. You screamed out in agony, but it came out as a roar. You clamped your mouth shut, and covered your muzzle with your paws. You were shocked that you had just made that sound.

When you turned around you found her smiling at her handy work. You glared at her to show her that you weren't amused. She merely laughed at you, which caused you to growl at her.

"Now, now, you won't be able to reverse the spell by being so stubborn." She told you in a sing-song voice.

A rose appeared in her hand as if it had been there this entire time. She held it out to you, beckoning you to take it. You stretched out a paw and watched as she gently layed the rose in your now furry palm.

"This rose will remain young and beautiful for an entire year, but when it comes close to the year to be up, the rose's petals will begin to fall off and die away. Before that happens you must fall in love and find someone who will love you in return, or else." She told you gently.

"Or else what?" Your voice was now deep and raspy, you hated it.

"Or else. . . You'll remain like this forever." And with that being said, she vanished out of thin air, leaving you in your own despair.

You roared out in frustration, because you of all people knew that no-one will ever love a beast.

~ eight months later ~

Last night an old women had entered your domain without even being invited in, your servants that were turned into appliances, had brought her into your study without permission.

At first all you heard was a talking as you walked on all fours down the stairs, that's when you heard a voice that you've never heard before. You growled and stalked your way towards the study doors. What you slammed them open, the fire that had been burning had went out. You walked into the room all predator-like, hearing someone shiver in your leather chair that sat in front of the fire place.

You growled when you saw the old women sitting in YOUR chair. Your servants tried to reason with you, saying that she was just waiting for the storm to pass. But you didn't care.

You grabbed her by her shirt collar and dragged her to the dungeon. Sure, she had begged and pleaded with you to let her go, but you were to frustrated to give her mercy.

A few nights later you heard the front door opening once again. You sniffed the air and smelled the musk of a young man. Why a young man would enter such a creepy and dark castle as yours was questionable, but you didn't worry about that. All you wanted was for him to leave.

So you ran out of your room in hopes that you could just scare him away, but the boy was nowhere to be found. You looked in your study, he wasn't there. You looked in your library, he wasn't there either.

You knew that he couldn't have gone to the west wing, because you had restricted it. There would be only one other place he could be, the dungeon.

You walked down the metal stairs that lead to the cells deep inside the dungeon. When you reached the bottom, you decided to remain in the shadows so that he wouldn't see your hideous form.

When you reached the cells, your breath became hitched in your throat. There crouched in front of the old women was the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your entire life.

He was very muscular and had beautiful chocolate brown eyes. His long brown hair was pulled back away from his face by a blue ribbon. You could feel your face heating up, but stopped yourself when you saw that he was trying to free your prisoner.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You told him on a growl.

He fell backwards just by the sound of your voice. When he spotted you, his eyes turned from confused to furious.

"What gives you the right to lock my mother down her?" His voice was so smooth that it made you weak in the knees.

"She was trespassing." His eyebrows drew up in shock.

"That gives you no right to lock her down here." He said with determination.

"Actually I think it does, because you see, I am the mistress/master of this castle." His eyes grew wide after you said this.

"She's your prisoner." He said with understanding.

You merely nodded your head and began to pace back and forth without taking your eyes off of him. He looked at his mother then looked back at you.

"Take me instead." What he had just said had shock you just as much as it had shocked his mother.

You heard his mother whisper something to him, which caused him to shake her off.

"You would willingly give up your life for her's?" You asked in astonishment.

He nodded his head and stood back up. He eyed you closely as if he could see you, but not so clearly that he could make out an image.

"Come into the light." He had surprised you again, but you did as he asked of you.

You slowly stepped into the light one paw in front of the other. You knew what would happen when he saw your face, he would take back his proposition. When your entire form was in the light, his face began to turned pale, but he didn't look away.

"Blake you don't have to do this." The old women pleaded with him.

He looked away only long enough for him to tell her that everything would be okay. He turned back to you and looked at you with his head up high.

"I'll take her place, just let her go." This time with him pleading with you.

"Fine." You ran up to him and pushed him away from his mother's cell.

You opened the door and pulled her out. And ran up the stairs and outside with her. You placed her inside a enchanted carriage and slammed the door shut. You watched as the carriage picked itself up and ran back to the small village beyond the woods.

You turned around with a satisfied smirk. You walked inside only to be meet by him in the foyer. He had tears in his eyes, it tugged at your heart to see him like that.

"You didn't even let me say goodbye." He said between sniffles.

You mentally cursed yourself because of your stupidity. Of course he wanted to say goodbye,he was going to be trapped her forever, the least you could do was let him say goodbye.

"I'm sorry I didn't think." He looked at you with big eyes.

"W-what?" You asked him in embarrassment.

He smiled and shooked his head no, to let you know that it was nothing.

"Okay then, I only have one rule, do not under any circumstances go near the west wing." You pointed towards the right side of the main staircase.

"Why not?" He asked you after he saw which direction you were pointing in.

"Just don't!" You yelled at him.

He backed away from you with fear in his eyes. You sighed when you realized that you had let your anger take over again.

"Ms. Pots!" You called.

The little tea pot hopped into the room, scaring the living shit out of him.

"Take him to his room, I have to take care of some things." And with that you walked into your study and slammed the door shut.

You could feel your heart beating so fast that it felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest. You didn't know that a boy could have this affect on you, but you knew one thing was for sure.

It wasn't love . . . at least not yet.