I don't know what people will think of this. I know there are a ton of die-hard Family Guy fans out there and not so many of them like Meg, but here's your warning: This is a Meg story. If you fall under the stereotype of hating Meg, then pick another story, if not, then please, by all means, enjoy. I'm only writing this since it's been in my head forever. Not really, but it's been in there a while. Plus, I really like Beauty and the Beast. So, please read! Also, I do not own Family Guy or Beauty and the Beast.

Prologue

The dog played on his piano the beautiful melody of the Ode to Joy. It was Thanksgiving day and they had just had the dinner. He played for his family this wonderful song of joy to hopefully get them excited for the holiday in the following month. He was actually really good at playing the piano. From the day he was born, he had his paws on the ivories playing their bittersweet melody. He was a genius. Everyone loved him. All except his own family. His brothers hated him, one of his sisters turned her nose up at him, and the other sister couldn't bring herself to choose a side. He was always enduring abuse for no reason other than the fact that he had been born. For years he had tried to make his family like him. He wanted their approval, their love, and compassion. All he got was scars on his back and chest from getting his tail handed to him by his brothers. All of them used cutting words. Words that cut deeper than any dagger ever could: straight to his heart.

The dog's name was Cameron. His older brother's name was Winston, his younger brother's name was Vincent, his younger sisters were Gwendolyn and Anastasia. They were all a family of white Labradors. He didn't know why he was hated, he just knew that he was. He had long since accepted it, but it still hurt him that they hurt him. As he was nearing the end of the piece, there was a loud knock on the front door. Cameron's fingers hovered over the keys, wanting to continue, but also wanting to know who was at the door. One of the maids got the door, but Cameron couldn't help but feel uneasy. The maid returned to the room, saying that the guest was in the foyer and wanted to speak to the eldest. Winston got up and left the room, but not before giving Cameron the bird. Cameron snarled in disgust and continued where he had left off. He was near the end, but a hand came to his shoulder and he stopped again.

"What?" asked Cameron testily.

"The guest wishes to speak to you now," said Winston, who had since returned. Cameron huffed, got up, pulled his coat together, and left the room. He hated it when he was interrupted.

Cameron went into the foyer and noticed a figure in a dark cloak hunched over with a basket on its arm. He went closer and noticed it was an old woman with a hideous face. "What say you, madam?" he asked.

"What is your name?" asked the woman in a sweet, cracked voice.

"Cameron, what is yours?"

"I am known by many names, none of which are important right now... do you love someone?"

"No."

"You love no one?"

"No."

"You don't love your brothers or sisters?"

"No."

"You don't love a woman?"

Cameron faltered, his heart aching from the memory. "There's no one at present."

"No one?"

"I don't love anyone, no," Cameron said as tears made their way down his cheeks.

"Your brother loves you."

"Winston? Winston doesn't love me, he hates me, he wishes I was never born."

"Never born, eh?"

"Probably."

"Since you love no one, how do you think the world would go without you?"

"The world would move a great deal better without me... like a greased wheel."

"Greased wheel, eh?" The old woman hesitated, then said, "If you were never born, do you think your brother would be happy?"

"Like a child on Christmas morning," said Cameron with scorn.

"Very well then, you will not be born, but first, you must learn to love, for, no one can leave this Earth without first feeling love. Even if a child dies at birth, they still will have felt love at some point."

Cameron laughed. "Very well then, beggar woman, release me from my mortal bonds."

The old woman turned in a circle and soon, her cloak emitted a bright flash of light. Cameron fell to the ground and covered his eyes. When he looked up again, the old woman had turned into a beautiful enchantress. "You and your entire household must be, enchanted until you see, that you are loved greater than me, by all those around thee. Your years will seem a longer length, until you find your inner strength. In three years I will return, unless you earn, the love that you need and she return." With that, the enchantress waved her wand across the whole mansion and soon, the colors faded and became dark, just like Cameron's heart. His siblings were turned into different animals: Winston, a Praying Mantis; Gwendolyn, an Angelfish; Vincent, a Boa Constrictor; and Anastasia, a Great Blue Heron. The male servants were turned into ugly frogs and the female servants were turned into ugly toads. Cameron turned around and watched these transformations in horror. "You will reign over them, but not in this form." Cameron screamed as he was transformed.

When it was done, Cameron shivered, looked up at the enchantress, and asked, "Why?"

"You must learn the truth, Cameron, and I'm sorry it had to be this way."

Cameron gripped his side with one hand, and with the other he kept himself steady on the floor. He was in such pain. Unlike any pain he ever felt. The enchantress left as she came, and when she did, Cameron immediately rushed to a mirror. He screamed again at the horrible reflection he beheld. He covered his face with his hands, ashamed of who he had become. In a shaky voice he said, "Take care that everything is in order, we're going to have a long and lonely three years." He ran up the stairs, crying in shame. For, who could possibly fall in love with someone as beastly as him?

Intense! So, what do you guys think? I won't spoil anything yet, but things are going to heat up fast and it's gonna be good. Well, anyways guys, please keep reading and reviewing. Thanks :)