A/N: Honestly I just found this in hard drive and I wrote it about six months ago. It isn't finished but I've decided to post the first part and if I get enough reviews I'll continue more quickly and if not I'll just finish this next year. Enjoy! Also, the end of this chapter is not perfect but I can't be bothered to fix it. If you log in when you review, i'll answer any questions.

Characters:

Beauty- Rogue

Beast- Logan

Servants- Storm, Iceman, Pyro

Enchantress- Jean

"Gaston"- Scott

Father- Charles Xavier

Sisters- Jubilee and Kitty

Author notes: I changed some aspects of the story and some parts I kept the same. Don't complain! And Scott's the bad guy because I wanted a good looking bad guy. And I'm still deciding whether or not the adamantium is part of the curse. Eep! I've said to much!

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Disclaimer note: I own nothing.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young mutant lived in a shining mansion. Although he had everything his heart desired, the mutant was arrogant, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the mansion and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Disgusted by her haggard appearance, the mutant sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful red-headed enchantress. The mutant tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she took away his ability to control his powers, transforming him into a hideous beast and placed the same powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his animal form, the Wolverine concealed himself inside his mansion, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the curse would be lifted. If not, he would be doomed to remain the Wolverine for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

West of the mansion was the small village of Westchester. As with every town it was filled with mutants. Mutants with control. They lived in peace with each other using their powers to benefit each other. But this particular mutant town of Westchester had a secret. A shame that was whispered about in bars and parties. The local telepath had three daughters. All beautiful. But one's beauty exceeded her. Most of the village men were smitten with her and the woman jealous, secretly of course. It was because she was different. Unlike every other villager this girl couldn't control her power. Rogue, as she had donned herself, had the mutation of skin absorption. She didn't know why she couldn't control her power and always felt ashamed. But even though her mutation made her shy away, she was the kindest person.

Rogue lived on the edge of the village near the forest. Her sisters spent most their time in the village while she only went in the morning to exchange her books. She spent most of her time reading. It was her one passion. When she wasn't reading she spent time with her father who was also a professor at the local school. The two spent most of the evening in the professor's study planning his lessons for the school. Rogue's two other sisters were named Jubilation Lee and Katherine, or Jubilee and Kitty. Jubilee spent most of her time at the theatre using her mutation to entertain others and attract men. Kitty spent a lot of time doing odd jobs for the tailor, and in return getting free dresses. Life went on an uninteresting way in a usual pattern.

It was one rainy day that something unusual happen. Rogue sat at her window staring out at nothing. Her father was at school teaching a class and her sister's were shopping. She sighed realising she probably need some fresh air. The rain never scared her. Not like her sisters who probably taking shelter in some poor un-expecting gentleman's house. She picked up her green cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her hood up. She headed out the front door and made sure to lock it. Putting the key in her apron pocket, she hitched up her dress and walked down the front stairs.

She looked over at the woods hearing a wolf howl in the distance. She smiled shaking her head. She never understood why the town was so afraid of the woods. It was such a mystery. She walked head bent down in the rain hoping no-one would notice her. Rain was her favourite weather to walk in because no-one would questions about her gloves, long sleeved dress and the hemline that was long it swished along in the dirt.

She walked along the familiar dirt path until she reached the lake. Open and wide she loved it. It was the fact she could touch the water with her bare skin. She kicked off her shoes and waded low until the water reached her ankles. She sighed and smiled letting the water wash over her. It felt wonderful. The rain running over her face and soaking her to the bone, the water of the lake lapping over her feet.

'Well you look breath taking.'

She whipped around eyes wide with surprise. Nearby the resident Casanova, or so he thought, stood looking at her with a smug grin on his face. Scott always threw in everyone's face that he was the most handsome man in the village and that he could successfully control his extreme mutation. His optic blasts plagued him as a child but he soon learnt control and that's when he discovered himself in a mirror. She rolled her eyes putting her shoes back on. He held out an arm assuming she was going to let him escort her home. He stood in his best suit, with a black cloak shielding it from the rain. She put her best smile on hoping she could avoid him.

'Why Scott, you startled me.'

'I'm sorry young Rogue. I just saw you in the rain and thought it was the perfect opportunity.'

'For what?'

'Well you see, you're an outcast. But never-the-less it's only you in this back water town that even compares to my beauty. Why when you're in the sun you are equal.'

'Lucky me.' she muttered sarcastically.

He seemed to miss the sarcasm and thought she was taking the compliment.

'Yes my beauty. So today I have sought you out to ask…'

Oh no! she thought. She watched as he knelt down. On a book that looked like the one she had left on her porch. She frowned wondering if punching him was an option.

'…for your hand in marriage.'

'Scott I'm speechless. I don't know what to say.'

'Say you'll marry me.'

She smiled innocently. As he stood up she picked up her book and started backing away. He stalked towards her slowly, big grin on his face. She looked behind her at the forest. He'd never follow her there.

'I…I…I just don't deserve you.'

Before he could reply she bolted into the woods. She ran until she was far enough in. She leant against the trees ad took deep breaths. Her heart was pounding and she was thankful she had avoided that. She looked into the woods. It was amazing. A breeze blew towards her. It was peaceful and inviting. The forest seemed so well kept. It wasn't even raining. She looked at the flowers. She smiled as she touched a lily. She looked up and saw the sky darken. She had to get home.

'There you are chica. Been looking for you.'

'I'm sorry Jubes. I got distracted.'

'I know. I heard the rumour as I came home. It's the third time he's asked?'

'No, first. The other two times he implied and I ran.'

Jubilee frowned and put down the plates she'd been setting out. Rogue shifted slightly so that Jubilee could sit next to her on the floor in front of the fireplace. Her coat was off but she still had on her long dress which protected her family from her.

'Rogue, why don't you accept? Scott is handsome…'

'Sure he's handsome, and vain and insensitive. Jubes he's not for me.'

There was a noise that sounded like a snort in the kitchen. Jubilee petted Rogue's head before heading back to the table to finish up for dinner. Kitty came out and narrowed her eyes at Rogue.

'What Kitty?'

'Rogue, you need to spend more time with others and less time reading.'

'What's wrong with reading?'

'Men don't want women to read.'

'Yeah, heaven forbid a woman should think or have idea's.'

'It's the books you read. They have no pictures!'

'Some people use their imaginations.'

Kitty glared at her then threw her hands up and stalked back into the kitchen. Rogue sighed and stood up. She walked slowly until she was at her father's study before she knocked carefully. She waited a minute before entering and closing the door behind her. Her father sat behind his desk, fingers pressed together head down. She'd have thought he was extremely busy had he not had a small smile on his face.

'Marie.'

'Father.'

'Is something wrong?'

'Of course not. You would know wouldn't you?'

'I do not read your mind without permission.'

'It's just that…I don't fit in here.'

Her father sighed and looked up at her. She walked over to him and hugged him carefully. Then she pulled back and sat on the floor, big green eyes staring at him. He touched a white strand that framed her face. He never said it out loud but everyone knew anyway. She was his favourite.

'You'll be in control soon. You just have to be patient.'

'I know father.'

She sat on the floor staring at the fire as he carried on with his work, one hand stroking her hair. Soon Jubilee called them to dinner. It was silent for her. Jubilee and Kitty prattled on about shopping and men. Kitty would occasional turn to their father to ask for money for a new dress or lace or ribbon for some or other ball she was invited too. Rogue picked at her food and thought about the forest. Maybe she'd go back there tomorrow. What's the worst that could happen?

Rogue waited as her father and sisters left in the morning. She wore a dark green dress and her green cloak over hoping it would camouflage her. She walked towards the forest and entered. She enjoyed the flowers and the breeze that seemed to pull her in. she walked slowly, cautiously and looking back every second to check how far she was. Once or twice she would stop and just stand still. Then as the wind wrapped around her she would carry on.

Her heart stopped. In front of her was an expanse mansion. It was covered by snow and the grey clouds swirled around. It had an aura of darkness and yet. She held her breath as she reached out and took a gate of the iron handle. She pushed it forward and entered. She headed into the mansion.

It was eerie and had a sense of foreboding. She suddenly had an urge to turn around. But a light whisper made her venture foreword. She stepped carefully headed to a room where a faint light came creeping out. She walked forward and stepped into the room. The whispering stopped and the candles flickered. She smiled as she noticed the heath burning brightly in front of her. She stretched out her hands revelling as the flames licked forward. Suddenly there was a noise behind her. She whipped around but no-one approached. The sound must be coming from outside.

'Why not take off your coat? You'll dry quicker.' muttered a voice.

'Who's there? Show yourself.'

'Show myself? Come on sweetheart I'm all over this room.'

'What?'

'Look deeper into the flames.'

She turned to the heath and stared. She gasped as she noticed the shape of a man sitting in the middle of the fire. Soon his form became clearer. She frowned.

'What are you?'

'A mutant. Isn't everyone?'

'Then why is your power so out of control.'

'Long story, Sheila. Besides the weather goddess prefers to be the one t'tell. Now coat, you're shivering.'

She obediently took off her coat and lay in front of the fire gazing at the man inside. As she looked closer she could see a face, hair and his body. He looked about twenty, maybe older. Her eyes grew heavy.

'You have a name?' he asked.

'Rogue.'

'Nice to meet you. I'm Pyro.'

'Pyro? Oh like the fire. Hmm…weird.'

'What?'

'Most mutants in the village give their real names.'

'Then why didn't you give yours to me?'

'I can't control my power.' she mumbled.

Suddenly it became cold in the room and two other voices were heard. She felt heat grow around her body, almost like it was protecting her. She heard a voice like ice but not cold in that sense, and then there was a second voice. It was like a growl. It sounded sinister and hurt. Before she completely fell asleep she heard a low growl.

'Fine, she can stay.'

When she woke she didn't open her eyes. She heard voices and felt herself being surrounded by softness.

'Why do you always do this Pyro?' came a cold harsh voice.

'Do what?'

'Go out of your way to make him angry!'

'I don't! I just don't act like a little lap dog like you icicle!'

'It's Iceman!'

'Yeah, yeah. Go back to the freezer snow fairy.'

'Boys, please go resume your duties. I will stay with her.' said a softer voice.

She heard a shuffling and a door close. Then she opened her eyes and sat up. In front of her stood a beautiful woman, with white hair, flawless brown skin and white eyes. Her hair seemed to be blowing but Rogue felt no wind. The woman smiled and sat next to her on the bed. Suddenly it started snowing in the room.

'Sorry child, that happens at any moment. Did you sleep well?'

'Yes, I didn't even realise I could be so tired.'

'The forest does that. It's why most don't travel through it.'

'Where am I?'

'In my masters mansion. My name is Storm. I'm the loyal gardener.'

'Storm? I'm Rogue.'

'I hope you slept well.'

'Do I have to leave?'

'It is your choice as to whether you leave or stay. First we should get you dressed.'

'Why?'

'The master wants to meet you in the garden.'

'Oh.'

'Nothing serious. Though I must warn you, he does have quite a temper. Come I've picked out a beautiful green dress that will make your eye's sparkle.'

'Okay.'

Rogue moved out the bed and towards the dressing table. Storm took her time helping Rogue dress and brushing out her hair. Rogue noticed her gloves were dirty. Thankfully the dress was long sleeved, flowing usefully over her hands. Storm had loosened her hair and used her skilled hands to make little ringlets in her hair. Rogue had never seen her hair looking so…beautiful. The platinum streaks were well blended into her hair, making it no longer look like the colours were too different.

After an hour Storm seemed satisfied by her appearance she rang a small bell. After a few moments a man came in. But he was far from ordinary. He was pure ice from head to toe. With each step he left a trail of icicles, and as he drew near she felt chilled to the bone. But despite this he offered her a ice rose. She took it and curtsied. He reached out to touch her chin but she stepped away.

'Please, my skin must not be touched.'

'Understood. I'm Iceman, head of household. The master is waiting.'

'Patience is a virtue.' whispered Rogue.

Iceman looked shocked while Storm merely smiled warmly.

'She's perfect.'

The gardens were expanse as was the mansion. She was yet to receive a tour although from the way Iceman spoke it became apparent he thought she would be leaving soon. It was becoming obvious to her the extent of the what befell this household.

She noticed a wolf statue. Someone had scratched the name of the crest out and carved in the name Wolverine. They soon approached a tall, figure shadowed by darkness. Ice man leant close to her.

'Speak when spoken to.' he muttered.

He nodded to the figure before walking away. She stared at the towering figure. Although something was amiss. He was hunched over and his hands were obviously hidden by his cloak.

'I don't appreciate intruders in my mansion.' he growled.

'I'm sorry, I was lost and needed a place to stay.'

'Don't you have a home?'

'There was a snowstorm. What was I supposed to do?'

'Don't know.'

'You don't know or you don't care.'

'Pick one.'

'I'm just like you.'

'No you're not.'

'Please you think I'm blind? No-one in this castle can control their mutation.'

'Leave. Now.' he snarled.

'Let me stay. I want to help.' she pleaded.

'You can't, so leave.'

'Please.'

'NO!'

In a flash he turned around and she gasped. He was…amazing. His hair was dark, unruly and untamed. He had deep hazel eye's that burned her very soul. But from his hands came three metal claws. She turned away and took a step back. She felt ashamed at how she worried about her mutation when here was people whose problems were so extreme they couldn't even be in society.

'Guess you won't be staying. Pity, Remy could have used the company.'

Remy, the name rang so many bells. Of course Remy was the name of her sisters fiancé, he'd disappeared three months ago in the forest. He'd gone looking for a rose.

'Why, is Remy here?'

'He trespassed and tried to steal a rose.'

'I trespassed.' she pointed out.

He merely growled and sat on bench, staring at his clawed hands.

'Take me instead. If you need a prisoner so badly.' she whispered.

'You would take his place? Stay here and never see your family again?'

'Yes. Just let him go.'

'You must promise to stay forever. No coming and going as you please.'

'Is that why you wouldn't let me stay before? You were afraid I'd leave.'

'Do you promise or not?'

'You have my word.'

He nodded and reached out to touch a rose. She looked at the castle and smiled as she saw Storm fly into a window. She felt cold and sat done on the bench, keeping the distance between them. She looked at the roses noticing the were all red. Blood red.

'What's your name?' he asked.

'Rogue.'

'What kind of a name is Rogue?'

'I don't know. What kind of a name is Wolverine?'

'I'm Logan.'

'Marie.'

She looked at him and noticed a small twitch of his lips.

'Does it hurt?'

She pointed to his claws. He picked one hand up and looked at his clawed hands.

'All the time.'

She nodded and looked across the gardens. She heard shouts and watched as Remy was taken from the mansion. His eyes, intense red on black, burned as he caught her gaze. He shook his head but she smiled and turned away. Her sisters happiness was more important than hers. She heard a soft growling next to her and looked at Logan from the corner of her eyes. His expression was annoyance and anger. She suddenly felt irritated that he could be so heartless. Keeping someone from their family. How long had Jubilee cried herself to sleep? And here was Remy unharmed. She shook her head and stood up. She trudged back through the familiar path to the mansion. Within five minutes the snow stirred and Iceman appeared next to her. She carried on walking, ignoring him.

'The master was not done speaking to you.'

'Well, I'm done with him.' she snapped.

'You should go back.'

'I'm going to my room. Don't try and stop me.'

She ran up the front stairs of the mansion, tears running from her eyes. She realised that maybe she'd made a mistake staying here. But now, she could never leave.

A/N: Couldn't decide if she would stay or not so pulled Remy in for small appearance. *turns to remy and winks* my day is never complete if I haven't thrown all my favourite male characters in.