This story is going to be very similar to my Beauty and the Beast themed story "And All The Villagers Ran Away Screaming"… But I honestly thought of it after seeing "Wicked" on Broadway. Very good, but I saw holes in the story. Still, absolutely beautiful show and phenomenal singing. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy my need to write this.
The Spell of Love (Oh, and I took that title from a Potter Puppet Pals song…)
"Chase Young," the woman with deep green eyes hissed angrily at my back. I turned my head ever so slightly to see her glaring at me out of my peripheral vision. There were green flames surrounding her head, blazing brightly, yet burning none of the brush surrounding her.
I stood and waited to hear her curse at me as she had multiple times already today. She got to her shaky feet and threw her short brown hair behind her neck before shouting at me, "Fine!" I turned ten degrees more to look at her with disdain. Her fuming met my ears in the words, "If I can't have you as my love, then you will never know it for yourself!"
In an instant my legs went weak. I attempted to hold myself up with pride, but dark magic soon overcame me. I fell to my knees and my forearms collided with the earth beneath me. Gasping for air that suddenly escaped my lungs; I felt searing pain as she whispered words of loathing to me.
"For all of your immortal life, you shall be a monster. A demon. You shall never be free from the beast until you can learn to love another, and earn her love in return. But as you remain… as a monster. She must learn to love the demon you truly are for you to finally be freed," and I tilted my head against the fire under my skin to see her grinning maliciously.
I screamed against the bubbling and burning inferno within my flesh. Shrieking, I felt my bones breaking in two and changing against my will. I clawed the ground, hoping to find pain to distract me from this, but to no avail. My jaw dislocated and sent a jolt of pain down my spine. My screams became low and gurgled as I coughed up my own blood. What had she done?
And as suddenly as the pain began, it suddenly stopped. Yet I felt strange… Like something had changed within me. Lifting my hand to touch my face, my fingers trembled as my eyes fell upon them.
"My hands…!" I shouted, gripping my wrist, "What have you done to me?"
The beautiful young witch smirked and showed her fangs to me. "Absolutely hideous… No one will ever learn to love a man as hideous as thou, Chase Young…" she whispered her final words before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
Staring in horror at my scaled, dark seaweed green flesh, I shuddered to realize she must be right. I was a monster. How could anyone learn to love such a beast?
Hahaha… Beauty and the Beast. You make me smile so.