I've had Beauty and the Beast stuck in my head for a while now and I wanted to put a twist of things for this fanfiction.
Thunder and rain was crashing heavily through the woods as well as heavy pants and the thudding of paws thunder as it tried to escape through the storming woods. The shape let out a vicious snarl and hastily climbs a tall tree to catch its breath. Gunshots and the sound of baying hounds could be heard from the distant as the mob came chasing after the creature. A lightening flashed and was cast upon the creature's head to reveal two white fangs glittering from the creature's lip. Its ears perked up at the sound of stomping boots and the sniffing of the dogs. The creature reared on its back legs and leaped to the other trees ahead, trying to gets scent off the ground.
A bullet skim across the creature's arm, it let out a roar that rattled the earth to its very core. The hunter's voice was garbled as the creature tried to get away from the growing mob. It leapt to another branch, only to have it break beneath its weight. It fell to the earth on its four legs, lightning flashed again.
The flash revealed that the creature was a mix of different beasts. Thick tawny fur covered its body and was built like mountain lion with forearms and paws of bear. A long, flowing white tail that resembled a horse's tail swayed like a cat's. It had a dark bushy Mohawk mane that was tipped with white hair on its neck. As you looked up to the monster's head, it was a terrifying mixture.
The horror that you see in nightmares, that you want to run away in fear. Huge bat ears flicked back and forth, horns that curved forward from the beast's shaggy head. The head was built in a canine fashion, with an erect nose leaf instead of canine nose. Fangs were downward and were protruding from its upper lip. A growl past though its lip to show that the creature has a mouth full of sharp teeth.
If past the creature's awful face, you could see fear clouding the creature's brown eyes; wondering what it had done to deserve being chased down. Its arm was bleeding heavily; the creature tucked its injured arm to its body and continued to run on all three of its limbs. Something attacked it from its side; a dog latched itself onto the beast's thick fur and was trying to reach its throat. It flung the dog off with a flick of its paw, the dog died instantly once it hit a tree.
It looked toward the sky to see that the storm was still raging; the clouds hid the sun from its view. It needed the sun to rise; it needed the morning to relieve it of this awful nightmare. The creek was starting to flood, meaning its scent could be cleansed from the ground; it could also confuse those hounds.
With the guns and feet stomping coming closer, it leapt into the strong current and let it drift the creature away from this horrid place. The current kept drowning it as it tried to keep its head above the water. Its head collided with a boulder that was in the stream and rendered the creature unconscious.
After a few hours later the creature's body ended up on a small sandbar that had formed in the middle of the creek. The storm had dissipated and the wee hours of the new day slowly crept. The sun had finally peaked through the skyline, causing the creature's body to shiver.
An agonized moan escaped past through monster's mouth. The creature's body was slowly and painfully shifting back to its normal size. It gritted its teeth as half of its left leg disappeared, its right eye turning blue with a white film covering its pupil and vertical scar running to its eyebrow to its nose. The hair and body structure had receded to reveal a human body. The body was a female teenager; she was covered in scars, tattoos, and mutilated skin.
Her left leg was missing her foot, shin, and kneecap. Three vertical scars wrapped around up her leg, along with inking of the tattoos. The tattoos represented black thorny vines that ran to the top of her head, to her feet. On her right hand showed a white rose bush, with the flowers were closed for now. Until spring comes, they will open again and remind her of that night.
She moaned and was thanking whatever god had mercy on her that night. The water had calmed down; she looked at herself to see her hair was matted with dirt and twigs. Scars and mutilated skin was her face; her face looked as if an animal had attacked her and then burned her face. With a few of the vine tattoos, which were wrapping around the column of her neck in a spiraling towards her head. Her blue eye was blind and she could see nothing out of it, only her left eye was the only functioning one left. She combed her hair out and started to wash her wound from last night.
Once the blood had clotted, she looked around for a stick to lean on until she had reached civilization. This would also mean she had to find another foster home, her foster parents were probably telling Mrs. Carrollton on she snuck out to do her "devil worship" or whatever. She didn't care anymore, she would never settle down with a parent. She grabbed a thick looking branch and got up with her good leg.
What was she going to tell Mrs. Carrollton this time?
Mrs. Carrollton and I were sitting in her black Buick as we both drove up to Washington, no not D.C., the state. She found someone that would take me in and that the person that was taking me in was a cop. I sighed and rolled my eyes, she found someone with a gun, and would likely shoot me to death if he found out about my other side. Mrs. Carrollton had cut my hair so that it reached my chin. She also gave me a new prosthetic leg and brown contacts so I wouldn't scare the guy. I had on jeans to hide it better from him too; I wore my olive shirt with them.
I flipped down the car mirror, I saw two brown eyes looking at back at me, with the scars and tattoos still showing. I flipped it back and slouched into my seat; what was the point? He was going to find out sooner or later about me.
"Now please Bessie," if you say anything about my name, I will bash your head into the wall so many times that you'll forget your own name. "Chief Swan has had his daughter live him with 4 years ago. He has a friend that has five adopted kids, and he thinks he can handle you after I told him about you."
Mrs. Carrollton had bright red hair that was fading to grey and she had a tired look in her eyes, she's been at this game for a long time and I know I'm not an easy kid to handle. The woman was pushing into her late 50's and she looked like she seventy, every kid she had go into foster care usually got a nice home after three days with her. But not me, she thought I was a troubled teen; I'm not, I just have a "furry" problem at night.
"Its fine Mrs. C, I don't care if the home is rat infested and the guy isn't home all the time, it's a place where I know I can find comfort." She shot me a sympathetic look from the side, "if you just stopped sneaking out at night, it wouldn't be a problem. Just because you had a rough past, doesn't mean you can run around whenever you want. Now please, I'm at the end of my leash here." She pulled over at a rest area and shut off the car, "if you mess up this time, you are done. No more chances, you get thrown out on the street to fend yourself. So please behave for him, please?"
I wanted to tell her I wanted to stay in one place, if wasn't for my curse. I knew I couldn't tell her or I would end up in a mental asylum. We both took a bathroom break and got something out of the vending machine. As we left, I noticed we were finally in Washington and that the place was green.
We continued to drive deeper into the green state and entered a small town called Forks. The place was rather small, but its streets had log trucks and cars covering its streets. She pulled out the instructions on how to get the house. A truck behind her honked, she put the instructions down and continued down a residential area. She saw a police car pulled into a small drive and parked her car behind it. The house was white and a two story to my displeasure. This fake leg was rubbing my scars and would probably cause them to open again.
She grabbed my bag from the back seat while I got out of the car. I was trying to get use to this new leg, so I got out slowly and surely. I took my bag from her and shrugged it over my shoulder. Luckily we had gotten around noon, so I had few hours before twilight came.
My bag had a red rose on it and was black. The rose was slowly fading to pink and the bag to darker grey. We both climbed the stairs to the door, Mrs. C knocked on the door while I stood beside her. We heard heavy footsteps coming to the door and I braced myself for the first impression.
The person that answered the door was garbed in a police uniform and appeared to be at least forty. Mrs. C put on best smile and offered her hand toward the man, "Hi, I am Katherine Carrollton we talked on the phone about Bessie." He shook her hand and moved aside, we came in to see that he had the TV set on a baseball game and offered us a seat. He took one long look at me, "so this is Bessie? Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie Swan." He offered me his hand and I hesitated, I grabbed his hand and gave a weak shake.
Charlie said I was free to roam my new home while he talked to Mrs. C. She gave me that look that she was going to talk to him about what was wrong with me physically and what to expect. I walked slowly up the stairs; there was a bathroom and two bedrooms that made up most of the second floor. The room with the door open was bare looking with purple bed covers. I walked over to window to see Mrs. C shaking hands with Mr. Swan; she waved at me for a good bye. I waved back shyly and went to sit on the bed cuddling my bag; the door shut down below, signaling Charlie was now in. He was climbing up the stairs and saw me sitting on the bed.
"Are you hungry? I can order some pizza if you want." He hovered outside the door, giving me some space. I nodded yes and hopped off the bed to follow him into the living room. The springs in my fake leg squeaked as he went to call the order. I sat down on the couch and unfastened the leg. I rubbed to get the blood flowing again. He came into the room to see the fake leg leaning against the sofa.
The dark red scars stood out brightly against my white skin, he coughed and looked away. Great I made him uncomfortable, "I'm sorry Mr. Swan. I'll put it back on if you want me to." He shook his head, "don't worry about it, it's your home as well. And call me Charlie." He sat down and unmuted the TV, I just watched the TV without knowing what teams were playing. A knock came at the door, Charlie went to get it, and he just brought the pizza in and sat it on the coffee table.
I ate two slices and just started to doze off in content when another knock came to the door. I sat up and went to open the door; Charlie just napped in his chair while I hopped on one leg to the door. I peered through the peephole and I opened the door to ask what they needed, "Yes, can I help you?"
I'm not dead! College doesn't leave much time to write as much as I like and I had this story stored on my computer. And before you start bashing me on the name I've given my protagonist, there is a reason. (As much I disliked the name Bella gave her baby.) But if you want to leave a review saying you liked the story, go ahead. If there is a problem you have with the story and want to give tips, please leave a PM for me to pick up. This is un-betaed.
BYD