A/N: Hello to all you wonderful peeps out there:) Okay, here it is! As promised! My version of Beauty and the Beast...Naomily style!

I know what you're probably thinking, but give it a chance:)

This first chapter is somewhat dark and deals with self harm, so if this offends you, I sincerely apologize, but it's only for this first chapter.

Any typos/grammatical errors are all mine:)

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or The Beauty and the Beast, but I thought it'd be fun to mix 'em together for this, because we all need a bit of a fairy tale in our lives;)


Prologue: The Beginning of the End

September, 2009

Did you ever go to school with the type of kids that came from money and privilege? You know the ones that would show up in luxury and sports cars that their parents bought for them?

The kind of kids that are cruel and heartless, but everybody lets them get away with it because of who their parents might be? Spoiled, arrogant, think that the world revolves around them?

Yeah, I think you know what kids I'm talking about.

This story is about one of these kids. She was, without a doubt, by far one of the most gorgeous girls in school. She knew it, everybody knew it. Blonde hair, blue eyes, about five feet, eight inches tall and with a body to die for.

On the surface, she was your clean cut, cool English beauty. Does excellent in school, well on her way to the top university in England, does charity work and even volunteers at the pediatric ward at the local hospital.

But if you dig under the surface, and you wouldn't even have to dig that far, you'd find the cruelest, meanest, most spiteful bitch that has ever walked the planet. She only does the charity and volunteering for her mum. The good grades? That's a result of setting up her professors, then a little blackmail, and that's just for the sport of it.

She plays with the hearts of guys and girls alike, and she doesn't care who she hurts. To her, it's all a game. She has a very small group of friends, who are from similar backgrounds, so it's no surprise to find them holding court on the front lawn of their college, sizing up the new students.

"Oh, check that one out!" Says a soft spoken, mysterious brunette. Three heads watch as a tall girl walks up the path toward the school, one of them sizing her up, and then dismissing her instantly.

"No, there's nothing special about her." The blonde replies.

"Don't tell me you've already hit that?" Comes the response from a dark blonde headed boy. "You didn't even share!" He whined.

"No, you twat! I haven't "hit" that, nor will I." The blonde shakes her head and laughs. "She just doesn't look that special. I mean, really look at her." She gestures as the other two comply and seriously look at her.

The girl had long dark hair and a slender body with slight curves. To the brunette and the boy, she's fairly good looking.

"I don't know, made up the right way, she could be a knock out." The brunette states, and the blonde scoffs at her.

"Listen, you could use every ounce of Covergirl's current product line on her and it still wouldn't make her anything special!" The blonde says as the boy laughs at the two of them. "I'm bored. I'm gonna head in."

The blonde gets up from her spot on the grass and makes her own way into the building. She is nearing the dark headed girl, who looks up at her with a smile. As she's about to speak, the blonde shakes her head. "Not a chance." With a smirk on her face, she passes the girl, leaving her to frown at the blonde.


The blonde walked through the front door of the large home she shared with her mum and Kieran, her mums' boyfriend. He was her politics professor last year and she was more than a little disgusted that the two of them hit it off after a parent teacher meeting. As long as they left her alone, to do what she wanted, she was okay. But there were sometimes when they felt like they had to include her in things. She cringed, as she thought about the charity benefit she was required to attend tonight.

She tried to make her way past the downstairs rooms in order to make it up to her rooms without being noticed, but luck was not on her side at this moment.

"Is that you, dear?" A voice floats in from the kitchen. The blonde grinds her teeth at being caught.

"Yes mother. It's me."

"Oh good, I need to talk to you about tonight." Her mother comes out and fixes her gaze on the blonde.

Sometimes the older woman wonders what ever happened to her daughter. How did she grow up like this? She had tried her best to give the girl everything that she never had growing up, but it seemed like the more she gave, the less respect her daughter had for her.

"What about tonight?" The teenager crossed her arms over her chest and waited impatiently.

Her mother simply sighed at her before answering. "Your dress arrived this morning and it's hanging in your room." The blonde nodded her head and turned to make her way up the stairs once more. "Don't forget, we're meeting the Moores at seven for drinks before the party. They're bringing their daughter Sophia. She's your age and I thought it would be nice for you two to meet."

"What the actual fuck, mum?" The blonde exploded. "It's not bad enough I have to deal with you on a normal basis, but now you're stomping about in my sex life?"

"Sweetheart, I want you to find someone that you can maybe settle down with." The older woman is getting more agitated by the minute. She didn't like to lose her temper with her child, but it was getting harder everyday to see this horrible young girl standing in the place of her daughter. "What happened to you?"

The girl rolled her eyes as her mother stared at her as if she were a stranger. "I have no idea what you mean." She said with a huff. "Nothing's happened to me. I'm perfectly fine. Just because I don't feel like babysitting some poor pathetic loser doesn't mean anything."

The older woman shakes her again because she knows it's no use to argue with the blonde.

"Just be ready. The car will be here soon."

The blonde finally is able to escape this brand of torture, so she makes her way up to her rooms.


She couldn't believe her mother! The old woman was such a cow! The blonde paced on the balcony, as her friends stood off to the side.

"Why are you so angry about this?" The brunette asked as she took a drag of her ever present cigarette.

The blonde could only stare at her in disgusted shock. She spared a glance at the boy.

"Why am I angry? Did you not hear her in there? Was I the only one paying attention?"

The boy and girl just shrugged at her. "I don't know, Blondie. I think you're making too big a deal outta this." The boy stated.

"What the actual fuck!" She screamed at him and smirked when she saw him shrink a little bit from her. "We," She gestured around to include all three of them, "had plans this summer, remember?"

"So what? You go and do what she's volunteered you for, and then we get on with our plans when you get back."

"That's not the point, you fucking twat! Why can't anyone understand? The point is, that it's MY life, to be able to do with as I choose!" The blonde continues to rant about this tiny injustice, as her friends look on.

The brunette watches and thinks back to when her friend had changed into the person currently pacing in front of her. When they were younger, the blonde was the kindest person she had ever known, but something happened, somewhere along the way and it makes the brunette sad. She has been mourning the loss of her friend ever since. She looked over at the blonde boy and knew that he felt the same. If it wasn't for the fact that sometimes, when the blonde didn't think anybody is looking, you could still see that kind little girl in her eyes, the brunette and the boy would have given up on her a long time ago. She inhales another drag as the blonde suddenly stops pacing.

"Fuck it! I'm going to march in there and tell that bitch I'm not doing it!"

"Blondie!" The boy calls out to her and watches as she turns around. "You shouldn't do it here. You should wait until you get home, so it's private, yeah?"

She shakes her head vehemently, "No! I'm doing this now." She heads back into the ballroom and searches for her mother. When she sees her, she can't help the sneer that's plastered on her face when she notices that her mum and Kieran are standing and talking with the Moores. She was shocked to find out that the daughter her mum wanted to set her up with was none other than the loser from school earlier. Her mum saw her coming toward them and stood in frozen horror, as the blonde let loose her venom.

"I'm not doing it, mother!"

"Sweetheart, please? Not here." The older woman asked with a plea in her voice.

"Yes here, mother! I want to make sure that you understand what I'm about to say to you." She was just getting started and she was about to blow.

She didn't notice when her friends came to stand at her mother's side. She didn't notice when Sophia stood and watched with a bit of glee in her eyes. And she didn't notice when every person in the room stopped what they were doing to watch.

"You think that just because you're my mum, you can tell me what to do and when to do it? I don't fucking think so! My life, my rules! I'm not a child anymore, mother. My friends and I are going to Italy this summer and that's that!" The blonde spat at her mother, and watched as tears fell from her eyes. But she didn't care about that. In fact, she didn't care about anything other than herself. It was easier for her that way, because then she couldn't be hurt and disappointed. She'd had enough of that to last the rest of her life. So she didn't give a fuck if her mum was embarrassed right this moment.

The brunette placed her hand on her arm to try and calm her down, but the blonde shook it off. "As if I would go anywhere with her!" She hurled out and pointed to Sophia, without really looking at the girl.

"Love, please calm down and let's go somewhere to talk about this." Her mum said through her tears.

"No! I will not repeat myself. We are done with this conversation!" She turned and headed out of the quiet ballroom. Leaving her friends, her mum and Kieran and the rest of the gob smacked guests.

Sophia followed after her when no one was looking, as the brunette and the blonde boy went over to the older woman, as she was stunned beyond speech and didn't know what to do. Sophia took a last look around, to make sure that nobody was paying attention to her then slipped out the door in pursuit of the blonde.


"Naomi!" The blonde heard from behind her, but didn't recognize the voice. She stopped and turned, prepared to give the newcomer a piece if her mind, but was surprised to see Sophia there.

"What the fuck do you want?" She growled at the girl. Sophia only smiled at her, which infuriated her more. "Well?" She asked, as she raised her eyebrow.

Sophia started laughing at her now. Naomi could only stare at her. After a few minutes, Sophia wiped the tears from her eyes and fixed her gaze on Naomi.

"You're a right bitch, aren't you?" The girl asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "You don't care about anyone, do you?"

Naomi crossed her arms over her chest and stayed silent.

"That's okay. You don't have to answer me. I think everyone already knows the truth. But you do know you're all alone, right?" Sophia waved her arm to show the empty street, where they were currently standing. "You notice that I'm the only one who followed you. But you don't care about that." She stated with a fake sweetness in her voice.

Naomi was getting angrier by the minute, but something in Sophia's eyes kept her in place, even as she desperately wanted to run.

"Poor Naomi, all alone still. With no one to hold your hand." Sophia got closer to the taller blonde. "Did they really hurt you that much?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Naomi said in the bored tone, the one she'd perfected over the years.

"Tsk, tsk, now Naomi. You're amongst friends here." The girl said as she gestured around again to the empty street. "There's no need to keep secrets from your friends." She smirked as Naomi gulped audibly. "The least you could do is be honest with yourself. But in case you've forgotten, I'll remind you." Sophia stepped back and started pacing around the blonde. "Gareth Campbell."

Naomi hissed at the mention of her father.

"Oh, and let's see, what was her name?" She asked, as she made a show of it, by tapping her finger against her lips, as if she was trying to grasp the one name that would totally ruin the blonde. "Oh, yes. That's right. Chelsea Stoddard."

Naomi flinched as if she was in physical pain. "How did you know about her?" Naomi asked in a whisper. "Nobody knows about her."

"I know more than you think. Not bad for loser, huh?" Sophia's eyes sparked with hatred now. "But it's not as if you'd know about that, would you? You're closed off to everything around you. You might as well be dead."

Naomi shrank at her words, and tried to close off the memories they brought up.

"But you didn't even try hard at that either did you?" Again Sophia knew something that no one else did and Naomi was starting to freak out a little at her ability. "Just a little bit deeper with that tiny blade would have done the trick, you know. But, sweet Naomi, always the coward."

"Shut the fuck up!" Naomi yelled at her as the other girl started laughing again. But she didn't stop, she just kept laughing at the pain that was obvious on Naomi's face. "Please?"

Sophia looked up sharply at the word that tumbled out of the blondes' mouth. "Are you begging now, Naomi? Isn't that beneath you? Beautiful, perfect Naomi? How do you think you'd survive without the beauty? How would you handle being average? If you couldn't sit on your throne and pass judgment on anyone, or HURT anyone?" Sophia emphasized the word. "Tell me, Naomi, how many people have you HURT over the last few years?"

"I haven't hurt anyone." Naomi tried to defend herself, but she wasn't too confident.

"Really? Shall I name some names for you? Or maybe just one name, to be exact."

Naomi shook her head, not wanting her to go on but Sophia kept on going. "Does the name Ashley Daniels mean anything to you?"

Naomi's face blanched because it did mean something to her.

"I see that you remember her. That's good. We wouldn't want you to forget." Sophia came to stand in front of Naomi. "Did you know that Ashley was my girlfriend until you came along?"

Naomi shook her head, afraid to say anything. Oh, who was she kidding? Naomi was afraid of the girl in front of her, because now her eyes were full of rage along with the hate.

"Yes. She was my first and only love. But when she started going to your school, she met you and your friends. She couldn't stop talking about you and I knew that I was losing her. To you." Sophia started to look sad now. "When she came to me, I knew what she was going to ask me. And because I loved her, I let her go because she told me that you were the one. She told me that you had made her happier than she'd ever been before." She turned to glare at the blonde. "Do you know how much that killed me inside? To know that someone else, and not me, was the reason for her happiness? Do you know how I died a little that day as I watched her walk away?"

Naomi could only stand there, shaking in fear, as the girl wiped away the tears, that had fallen silently.

"Do you know how badly I wanted to kill you when she finally came back to me, broken? You chased her, made her fall in love with you and after you used her body and soul, you threw her away like a broken toy!" She was shouting now, and she seemed to collect herself. With a deep breath she looked back into Naomi's eyes. "Do you know what happened to her?" She asked the blonde.

Naomi shook her head slightly.

"What was that? I didn't hear you! Do you know what happened to that sweet beautiful girl?" Her eyes locked on Naomi's.

"No." The word was small but it was heavy coming out of her mouth.

Sophia could barely contain her rage now, Naomi could see that and she braced herself for any blows that would come from the other girl.

"Well, let me tell you. Ashley stopped going to school, stopped talking to her parents and brother. She barely talked to me. I tried to fix her, but she was hurt too badly and never was the same. For six months after you fucked her over, she hung on to what little sanity she had, until the demons you planted in her finally took over. She killed herself..." Sophia choked back a sob as she remembered all too well what happened to her girl. "She took a razor blade to her perfect body. She carved into her beautiful skin, images that will forever stay on her." Sophia's tears fell freely now, but she didn't care. "She left you a note, by the way."

Naomi was shocked by that admission, but remained silent, because what could she say to that?

"She did. Carved into her flesh. Do you want to know what she said? No?" Sophia noticed the slight head shake. "But it was so beautiful and touching, so I'm going to tell you."

Naomi was feeling the weight of her actions now and felt the burden she was going to have to carry.

"Her message was 'I will always love you Naomi'." Sophia stopped talking as the words sank into Naomi's brain. "Even as she sliced into her wrists to end the pained you caused, she still loved you. Even though she meant nothing to you!"

Naomi started to cry for the first time since Chelsea ripped her heart out four years ago. Sophia watched her as the tears fell from her eyes unchecked.

"She told me that it was because you were so beautiful." Sophia said softly, forcing Naomi to bring her head up again to look at her. "That's what drew her to you, your perfect beauty she called it. She told me someone as beautiful as you could never be cruel, when I tried to tell her that you hurt her. She said you were perfect. If she could have only seen the ugliness in your heart, she wouldn't have fallen for you." Sophia shook her head. But I'm going to fix that."

"What are you going to do?" Naomi asked.

"I'm going to show people how ugly and hateful you really are."

Sophia started to speak softly again, so softly that Naomi couldn't hear what she was saying. But Naomi did see that the other girls'eyes seemed to be glowing in the darkness. When she couldn't stand it anymore and was about to break away, she felt a tingling throughout her body and she heard Sophia's words.

"Until you can learn to cherish love and see the beauty beneath, you will have neither. You and those closest to you will be frozen in time-" she was cut off by Naomi.

"What do you mean those closest to me? Why should this affect them?"

"Because they sat by and let you become a monster. Now as I was saying.. You and those closest to you will be frozen in time until aChild of Gemini falls in love with you." She sees the look of glee inNaomi's eyes and guessed at what she was thinking. "You'll see it won't be so easy, Naomi. They'll have to fall in love with the real you." Now Sophia smirked at her, as Naomi's face fell at her words.

Before Sophia walked away, she glanced once more at the blonde. "Oh, I should mention that you only have so much time. But don't worry; you'll know when time is running out." With those words, she disappeared down the street and out of site.

"Bloody hell." Naomi said as she released the breath she had been holding for the last few minutes. "What a crazy bitch!"

Before she could make a move, Naomi heard laughter floating through the night, mocking her.

"We'll see who's the crazy one Naomi." She heard whispered through the air. "Better get busy."


Well? What did you guys think? I'm about seven chapters ahead on this, and like I said, only this one chapter was dark...so, let me know what you think!

Marsupial:-)