Hola everyone! I'm am extremely happy if you even just opened this story, my first couple of chapters may be... strange, but hopefully all will be explained.

I am going to say this once, but this counts throughout all the chapters: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IT ALL BELONGS TO THE WONDERFUL STEPHANIE MEYER. Okay, this also is kinda like Bueaty and the Beast and once again, I don't own Beauty and the Beast.

P.S. Hopefully you know that I tried out for synchronized skating, and how I said a few girls started crying it was so much pressure. I made it! I got on the team I wanted to! (:

Chapter one

BPOV

My lonely, cold house. There was never anyone there to greet me when I came home from work. Lonely, that's how I would describe my life. My parents died before I graduated high school and I could never make friends, I just couldn't connect with people.

In my kitchen, in my nearly empty cabinets, was a jar of peanut butter. I didn't make enough money to buy more than a jar of peanut butter, working at Newton's.

I know I shouldn't be complaining, I'm lucky to be alive, God spared me the night of the car crash. Sometimes, I just get swallowed up in the self pity of everything, no matter how hard I try to fight it.

Now, I didn't want to die but somehow I ended up in the forest. In this forest beasts are rumored to roam around and eat who ever dares enter. I wandered through the prickly trees, lost and cold.

I reached a gate, connected to a place I could not call a home, nor mansion, it was so big. The plants surrounding the area all completely dead. It was very unwelcoming and I nearly thought about turning around and trying to find somewhere else.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I pressed my hand against the gate and opened it. I walked among the dead flowers to meet the gargantuane door. I knocked three times without an answer.

Figuring that no one was here, I opened the heavy door with a loud creak. There was a fire lit in the fire place at the entrance. Someone did live here.

"Hello!" I called louder. I heard footsteps coming near, though I didn't know the direction they were coming from. It all seemed to echo around me. "I'm sorry I just came in, no one answered the door."

"You shouldn't have come," a manly, yet beautiful vioce said from the shadows. I whipped around to face where the voice came from.

A... beast stepped out of the shadows. His face was covered with deep, long scars that seemed to be where ever I could see skin. He didn't even look human. I let out a gasp and he looked down shamefully.

"Leave!"

"I'm sorry for intruding, please just give me a place to stay for the night. I'll leave in the morning."

"Get out!" His large hand grabbed my arm and then pulled back as if shocked by my skin. His eyes widdened in fear. "No, no, no ,no! I'm sorry please understand I didn't mean to do it!"

Sobs began to rack his body and a ruined hand covered his eyes. I was very confused by the sudden mood change. I placed my hand against his cheek and asked, "What's wrong?"

He looked up, his eyes changed from sorrowful to surprised.

"Your still alive."

I laughed nervously, "Yes."

EPOV

I remeber every detail of the night that changed everything. My family was still with me then.

I was a selfish man, though I had everything I could possibly need.

An old beggar woman had come to the door and asked for a place to stay. I had given her a profound no. When she asked again she told me to not be fooled by appearances.

I gave another no, not willing to have a hag in my home, eating my food, speaking with my family.

She then turned into a beautiful enchantress and cursed me.

"Your family will leave you and wish for you to rot,

your touch will be like death, and your skin

shall neaver heal from the scars that that will adorn it.

If you find love, though the touch of death will be lifted

and all forgiven."

I scoffed at that and turned away closing the door in her face, thinking I saw through her, she was lying. She had done some trick to scare me, it was not going to work. I had gone to bed that night whithout a second thought.

The next morning, I woke up, with my family nowhere to be seen, items stolen or destroyed throughout my home. Except a large mirror which I stood in front of.

I was covered with scars theat were deep ridges in my skin, covering my face, neck, and arms. I beagn to panic and took off my shirt, only to reveal more scars. I took off all my clothing in hopes of finding a place not burdened by the deep scars in my skin. None was found.

I was hideous.

I wanted to find some relief, no matter how little, so I went to the gardens. Relief was not what I found, each plant, bug, or living thing I touched died within ten seconds.

I went to many doctors, priests, and others who claimed they could cure me. Anyone who touched my skin died, like the plants, within seconds.

I locked the gates and never opened them again. I destroyed the mirror. I spent three hundred years by myself.

Thanks for reading! I'm hoping to update this story every day. You can help motivate me to do that by... reviewing! You see, it's pretty easy to review. You click on the box, type in a little comment about something (as long as it is a resonable comment: what you liked, didn't, think should be changed), and click that button the sends your comment to me!

I am also going to be revising Eyes Closed, fix everything that is needed to be fixed, add more... you know.

With much love,

girlwiththeorangepurse