AN- Based on Beauty and the Beast. Not going off any particular version that I know of. R&R!

I hate my family.

Well, no let me rephrase that. I hate my cousin who caused my life to become a mess.

I loved my parents.

But now they're dead. Everyone I used to know and love is dead. And I'm still alive.

Why?

Because during a party, my cousin just happened to tick off a well known sorcerer. And she used me to block the spell that was intended for her.

Here's the story, the short version so I don't bore you.

So I'm at a party for the end of school and beginning of summer vacation. My cousin dragged me to it, claiming there would be hot guys for us to just pick off the vine.

She lied.

Well there were some good looking guys, but none that I particularly liked.

I stayed in the shadows, observing everyone. I like doing that, you seem to learn more about a person than going to them directly.

Anyway, I didn't hide good enough.

"Cel! Cel you gotta help me!" She cried, running to me and hiding behind me.

I was about to ask her what she had done when lo and behold Ryan (the sorcerer) comes sauntering up, literally undressing my cousin with his eyes.

"Whit, why'd you run away? Just come with me, we'd have so much fun." He cooned.

"Over my dead body!" She squawked. I finally managed to get her in front of me.

With this chance, Ryan grabbed her and kissed her.

Whitney pulled away and slapped him.

And then his friends showed up.

"Ooh, burn!" They said, snickering and poking Ryan.

You know some guys ego's. If they look less macho in front of their friends, then bad things happen to the people who had no involvement in the whole thing.

He turned to Whit, and glared. Then he grabbed his staff that was leaning against the wall, and said a few choice words that I would rather not mention.

This is when Whitney got smart (at the wrong moment of course). She ducked, and the spell hit me.

Lets just say it hurt. It hurt so bad that I passed out.

I woke up after a undetermined period of time. Something had to be covering my eyes, and I tried to pry it away.

That's when I realized there was nothing there and I was blind.

This was also when Ryan decided to show up with a whoosh.

"Well, theres nothing I can really say that would make up for this. I intended to hurt your cousin and impress my friends, but things didn't work that way. This will be the last time you hear me Celeste. Basically you'll be this… thing until someone comes along who can see past it. You'll live until this happends, and then if you find someone you'll turn back into the old Celeste."

Something had to be holding me back, otherwise I would've found his sorry ass and beaten him to a pulp. He continued as if he didn't see me seething.

"This is your home. You and the two servants I've created cannot leave the grounds. The house is very easy to find (if a person should get lost). Wait, before I go how is that spell working? It's one of my latest creations, I was pretty proud of myself when I thought it up."

I lunged, completely missing him and crashing to the ground.

"I know the outside changes at least, but do you have any odd internal changes I should know about? Such as mood swings, fangs, etc?"

He finally got a clue when I grabbed the nearest hard object and threw it in his direction. I heard another whoosh and figured he had high tailed it out of here.

Well crap, now what was I to do?

I stood for a little bit, and then called out for the servants.

I felt two different hands touch each arm to show they were there. They said their names were Lola and Fred, and from now on they'd be my sight.

I wanted to say 'well duh' but felt that I should just shut up and let them help me.

And then I realized the worst part.

I couldn't read!

I grabbed another hard object and threw it in a random direction. That stupid boy! How was I going to survive entrapment in a castle without being able to read books!?

Lola and Fred grabbed a hold of me again, and lead me to the kitchen for dinner.

I don't know how long its been. I don't know how long it will be. Hell I don't even know what he did to me, I felt my hair and skin and it feels the same way as it as for the past twenty or so years of my life.

All I can do is hope for either a miracle or a fire, the latter the better choice in my opinion.