If you hadn't realized from the story title, yes this is Beauty and the Beast: AVP Style! WHOO! I will try to stick to the plotline as humanly possible lol but I will have to change a few things here and there, but I'm not saying whaaat :P The fic is set in modern day but Lex will still live in a 'little town, it's a quiet village' and Scar will still live in his crazy spooky castle ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any Alien or Predator or AVP franchise or any affiliated works. I don't own Beauty and the Beast. They belong to their respectful owners, not me. I own nothing but this story D:
Regular talking or what's happening in the story
Emphasis on words or possible flashbacks
Beauty and the Beast: AVP Style
There I stood, among my brothers and my sisters, awaiting my trial of defiance. After one hundred and sixty three cycles of life, even still I needed a lesson.
Appearing from behind the doors that swung open, Elder Swift stood before me. The commotion that was in the room had not stopped.
"Silence!" Swift roared fiercely. The noise ceased and Swift sat in his chair.
"Let us begin. So, Scar you have been summoned for your trial-"
"A crime so heinous! You have disrespected me! As well as all other female Yautja!" The Elder's mate, Fury, shrieked in anger, stepping toward me.
Fury towered over me, as most females of our kind did. Her mandibles flexed back and forth as she growled, I could tell she was trying her best to not strike me.
"Do you dare to keep that challenge?" Her glaive shone threateningly in the light. I knelt to the ground, head bent in apology. My eyes dare not meet hers.
"My apologies, Elder Fury, it was an honest mistake. Please give forgiveness."
"Ell-osde' pauk! You are faking. You will be given none! Nothing but discipline! You need to learn respect!"
Elder Swift pulled his mate Fury back. "Fury, hold fast your temper! I have the highest authority of this clan and I will decide this idiot's fate!"
"Fine." Fury snapped, stepping backwards, not taking her eyes off of me.
Swift walked to me, his cape flowing behind him. "Now. I am Elder and I will make decisions! This Honored…" Swift mockingly emphasized Honored. "Hunter named Scar has disgraced himself by disrespecting my mate! What should be his punishment?"
Numerous Yautja that stood in the room to watch my trial yelled out different suggestions, from maiming to castration to isolation and so on. They pumped their fists in anger and excitement waiting for my judgment.
"SILENCE!" A hush came over the crowd, anticipating for Swift to speak.
"I have chosen Scar's punishment! As he has disrespected a female of our kind, he must gain respect…from an ooman."
Upon hearing the yells and roars of joy at the mentioning of oomans, Swift continued, "He will gain the respect of our most enjoyable specimen! The ooman, the most thrilling to hunt!"
A Youngblood hunter blurted out, "Pauk, why should we respect the ooman? Why not hunt the ooman? Much more thrilling."
Swift flexed his mandibles in irritation, so rowdy they were today. "Quiet! I have chosen this specimen for a reason! Scar will not hunt ooman. The females, at least." Swift chuckled as other Yautja also laughed seeing what Swift meant. "The ooman are formidable opponents! They put up good fight! Ooman females have strong will!"
I spoke up rising to my feet, "I accept the punishment without hesitation, Elder."
Swift barked in my face, "Well, good for you! Of course…if you had said no, you would've been forced anyway. The task would also become that much more difficult."
"No matter the task I will do it to the utmost of my ability."
With that sentence I was marched to the single-pods, my destination, Earth.
It had merely been half a year when I had began to lose hope. I turned into a hateful, arrogant Yautja. Back on the ship with the clan, though vicious and deadly like my brothers and sisters, I was a fun-loving friendly-as-friendly-as-we-could-be Yautja.
One night, dark, gloomy and storming, an old ooman female knocked on the wooden doors of the empty ooman castle I resided in. I opened the door to shoo her hideous form away.
"Please, all I ask is for shelter!"
"I said, 'No!'" My mask warbled out my ooman language from Vocal Mimicry I'd picked up over the months and from my hunts on Earth.
"Please, I am old and fragile, I cannot live out in this stormy weather!" The woman paused for a moment. "Why…what if I gave you something of value?"
"Like what." I sneered.
"A very rare item…a Tiger Paw Lily!"
"Why in the hell would I want a stupid flower? It's not even nice looking."
"Ah…but appearances can be deceiving. Sometimes…beauty is found within."
Growing more irritated by the second, I roared in her face, "Go away!"
The ooman began to glow in bright blinding lights and transformed into a spirit shape. From her ethereal looks and mighty aura, I knew whom I had angered.
I knelt to the ground, bowing to her, "Paya! Goddess Paya, please forgive me!"
Her voice was melodic and entrancing as she conversed with me, "Honored Scar of the Dark Blade clan, you have put great dishonor upon yourself. Do not think I don't know why you are on Planet Earth by yourself! You need to learn respect for females! Ooman or not."
"B-but Paya! I am already trying to do so!"
Paya glowered at me, "And you are failing. Miserably. Scar you have been on Earth for six months and you have done nothing to help yourself but mope and hate all who come near! I will make your task more difficult if it pushes you to get your ass in gear!"
"Paya, please, I beg of you! I ask for mercy!"
"You leave me no choice Scar! Your original task was to earn the respect of an ooman female. Now you must learn to love an ooman."
I foolishly stood to my feet, "That's absurd! You and I both know inter-racial romance is forboden! Especially with ooman."
"Are you defying me? I was going to allow you five life cycles to love an ooman, but due to your defiance, you have three."
"PAUK! Are you pauking serious? That's barely anything! Besides…I'm bored here…I need someone to talk to at least."
"Well, I guess you wouldn't have that problem if you had a female ooman to keep company now would it?" Paya smirked down at me. "I will allow you companions, Scar, but they will be ooman. At first. I am going to change them into random items found within your domain. You may keep your weapons and other useful items. Your mask and wrist-computer are your connections to the ooman world…use them wisely."
"What if I don't fall for a pathetic ooman in three years?"
"You remain here on Earth. Never to return to the ship or the clan."
Paya left with wishing me luck and finding the respect for others, disappearing in a flash of silver light.
Soon two life cycles had passed and I had come across the fact that I had half a life cycle left. Nine months. However, I didn't know if Paya was going by our times or the oomans. If it were the oomans…I had six months. I was beginning to feel hopeless. It was simply impossible. It's not like I could go and whisk a female from her home and force her to fall for me. …Could I? No. No. I can't do that. Paya would know. I was drowning in my despair, waiting for an answer. Paya was right of course, I was doing nothing to help myself. But it was impossible. Unforeseeable…an ooman and Yautja together. Ooman thought of we Yautja as terrifying and disgusting. Feelings were mutual of course. There have been tales of members from other clans falling for ooman, but our clan has strict rules. Why all of a sudden should I have to do this…it would be a crime. I would be more of a Bad Blood than I already am. So how could an ooman ever fall for me? A monster. Whom could love such a beast?
OKAY WOOHOO FIRST CHAPTER! Quick notes…I used some Yautjan language, terminology and technology translations are as follows…
Ell-osde' pauk … Roughly the translation of 'Fuck you'
Life cycles … The Yautja version of years, I've seen rotations be used, but I prefer life cycles. For Yautja, a year is 18 months. One Yautjan year is 2.25 human years
Ooman …. Kind of obvious, humans
Vocal Mimicry ….. This is a term used in the game, Predator: Concrete Jungle (which by the way I do not franchise-ly own), it allows the Yautja to speak words that they have previously heard
Paya ….. Yautja warrior god. I don't know whether or not Paya is female or male, but in this they are.
Glaive …... A very sharp bladed weapon (Used in Predator: Concrete Jungle)
Pauk ….. Fuck
C'jit ….. I didn't use this in the chapter, but I will sometime in the future I'm sure…it means 'damn' or 'shit'
That was a long list. Why yes I did use a line from the movie ;) Now I know that the movie is actually rated G, but honestly, I can't do AVP without some swearing lol. So the story is rated T. I need to know if you all as the readers want the songs from the movie incorporated into the story! Next chapter I will provide a list of who from AVP or any other movie I may need to use for the story will be whom. AKA Scar is the Beast…Lex is Belle….yadda yadda. If anyone has gone back and re-read this they will see a few changes. Please let me know what you thought of my new fic!
OH! And I have my translations from…. .
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