So... yeah. This is Brick/Dawn, Beauty and the Beast style! I don't own anything... blah blah blah...

CAST:

Dawn - Belle

Brick - Beast

Alejandro - Gaston

Scott - Lefou

Mike - Lumiere

Zoey - Fifi/Babette

Noah - Cogsworth

Katie - Miss Potts

Cameron - Chip

Sadie - Wardrobe

Jo - Enchantress

Cody - Maurice (he's Dawn's brother in this version, and he's a tech geek... so yeah)

Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince named Brick. He had close-cropped black hair, kind black eyes, and a perfect, muscular body. His dead father used to be a king and a skilled general, and he taught him athletic skills and how to stay strong and fit. Brick became very athletic and participated in all of the sports, army training, and hunting activities in the kingdom.

But that didn't stop him from being kind, generous, and polite. Before she died, his mother taught him the army code, table manners, how to greet a person, and everything else to make him her "little gentleman." Brick was happy, being blessed with athletic skills and a likable attitude, but one day, all of that changed.

It all started at the kingdom's royal race. All the most athletic men would be competing, including Brick, for a prize of a bag of a thousand gold coins. Sometimes Brick would win, and sometimes he didn't, and if he did win, he wouldn't need the money, so he handed to over to the second-place racer.

Anyway, an hour before the race, Brick was at a bench, getting ready for the race, when a mysterious stranger in a grey cloak grabbed him by the shoulder.

Despite Brick's protesting, the stranger dragged him all the way into the forest. The stranger bound Brick with a few spare ropes and threw him in a clearing. The prince struggled and squirmed, but the ropes were too tight.

"Who... who are you?" he sputtered. "What's the meaning of this?"

"The name's Jo," responded the stranger, removing her cloak. "And what I want... well, that's easy. I want to get you out of the way so I can win this race." She smirked.

Brick's eyes widened. "You won't... you wouldn't possibly... kill me?"

"Oh no, it's not worth that," Jo laughed. "You see, you've won this race too many times."

"But I always give away the prize, since I don't need it!" Brick insisted. "I'll give it to you if I win!"

"But what if you don't win? I can't possibly risk that," the woman sneered. "I need to win, but I need to get you out of the way. Away from everybody in your petty little kingdom."

Brick strained against the ropes. "What... what are you going to do with me?" A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Jo walked up closer to him, handed him a single rose, and pulled out some glittering dust. "THIS!" She threw the dust all over Brick, who started coughing. She then threw a different kind of dust over the rose. Jo then muttered a few nonsense words.

Brick was groaning in pain by now. "What was that?!"

"Did I mention I was an enchantress in disguise?" Jo wore a twisted, sadistic smile. "Anyway, that was a magic powder and spell. Only a fair maiden pure of heart can break that spell, and she has to truly love you. The deadline is your seventeenth birthday, when this rose has completely wilted. If the rose has wilted and no maiden loves you, you shall be in your new form forever."

"New form?!" Brick gasped. "Why, Jo, WHY?!"

"So I can win every race, like I always do, and you were in the way. Goodbye, Princey." Jo snapped her fingers and disappeared.

Brick was in severe pain by now. He knew he couldn't race right now, so he stumbled back to his castle. He pushed open the doorway and ran all the way to his bedroom in the West Wing, knocking several servants over in the process.

"Why aren't you in the race, sir? Are you well?" One of the servants, Mike, asked. Brick ignored him and kept on running.

"He's just scared and worried, Mike. Remember how he often wet his pants as a child? It's just like that." A fellow servant, Noah, droned. But from the look in his eyes, it appeared that he was concerned too.

Meanwhile, Brick had reached the West Wing. As he put down the enchanted rose, he was breathing heavily and yelling in pain. It seemed as if a spiky demon was dancing inside of him, fighting to get out. He raised his hand to his face and screamed in horror. His own hand was growing black fur everywhere, and his fingernails were getting longer and turning into sharp claws. Brick was increasing in size, and felt prickling all over his body, as the black fur was rapidly growing. The screams of pain turned into roars of anger as his fangs grew and his voice became angrier and more animalistic.

The servants waited outside his door the whole time, cowering in fear as they heard snarls and destroying of furniture inside. Suddenly, Mike let out a wail of pain as he clutched himself. One by one, the other servants did the same. They all felt different, as if they were transforming...

Outside, Jo waited, smirking in satisfaction. She had gotten Brick out of the way by transforming him, and she did the same thing to the servants for good measure. She sprinkled dust all over the castle one last time, and the castle grew darker. Gnarled and thorny branches grew all over it.

The enchantress cackled. She would win every race now, and nobody would stop her.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, Brick concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose Jo had offered was truly a enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not… he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time.

As the years passed, he became bitter and angry, fell into despair, and lost all hope... for who could ever learn to love a Beast?

Awwwww... I really hate Jo more than ever now that I wrote this.

Don't worry, I will try to finish this story as soon as possible. My other story is currently on hiatus, but I will finish that one as soon as I finish this one.

PS. We have a guest cameo... BRICK!

Me: Hey Brick.

Brick: *salutes* Hello, ma'am. Hello to all readers out here.

Me: Soooo... Mr. McArthur, how do you feel about being the beast?

Brick: Well, I really like Dawn, but I'm not sure about the whole "bitter and angry beast" thing, ma'am. Why didn't you choose Duncan for the role? He's better for it, and you also support Duncan/Dawn.

Me: True, but I like Brawn and Gwuncan better. Deal with it.

Brick: *sighs and salutes* Yes, ma'am. I must follow my code.

Me: That's a good soldier.

Soooooo... See you next time! I don't own anything! BYE!

PPS. Any ideas for the servants' transformations? Comment any ideas you have! And if you don't, pressing that review button will still make me a very happy ginger person indeed.