Author's note: Hello people, This is my first Beetlejuice fanfiction, and first fanfiction I've written in a long time.
It goes along the lines of Disney's version of Beauty and the Beast vaguely, and I hope people like this little story of mine.
This is all I have, the next chapter is in progress and should be up in a couple days. Getting one or two reviews would be highly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Beetlejuice, or the story Beauty and the Beast. The characters that are in neither of those stories are rightfully mine though.
Now for the story.
The Beauty and the Beetle
Ch. 1: The legend
Once upon a time, in a strange far away land; a young lord lived in an enormous castle. He had multitudes of servants, and everything he thought his heart desired. But the lord was spoiled, selfish, and unkind to others.
One night though, an old beggar woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. The Lord hated roses, or anything of the sort, and sneered at the woman for her ghastly appearance.
"Get lost you haggard wench." He snapped at her.
She warned him to not be deceived by appearances, for beauty was found within. The Lord casted ugly words upon the woman, and waved her away, but then suddenly, her ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful witch.
The Lord suddenly tried to apologies for his actions, but the woman did not fall for his charm. She had already seen that there was no room for love in his heart, and as punishment, she cast a spell to make him look as he was on the inside. She had transformed him into a poltergeist.
The castle transformed into a roadhouse, and she set her rose at the heart of her curse. She told the lord that if he could learn to love, and gain her love in return before the last petal fell, that the spell would be broken. If not, then he would be doomed for eternity, to remain a poltergeist.
As the years passed, he fell into despair and anger. He lost all hope. Because, well, who could ever love a freak like him.
