A/N HELLO EVERYONE! I know that this isn't beauty and the beast but it's based on the story
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her 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 fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?-
-Beauty and the Beast
How did I get here? Staring at the tree's shadowing over me like giants, I shivered at the very thought of being left here. I closed my eyes and inhaled a sharp breath when I felt the whistling wind caress my body. I rubbed my frail arms in a weak attempt to warm myself up. Sighing heavily, I opened my eyes and began the journey of trying to find my brother.
'Troublesome kids' I muttered as I felt the moist ground seep through the hole in my ballet shoes.
Earlier that day
"Patrick?" I shouted as I glanced around the room, maybe he went out somewhere.
"OUCH" I heard a voice hiss and a metal object collide onto the concrete floor. I shook my head and ran a boney hand through my rich auburn hair.
"Where are you?" I called out, I heard another clang of metal and a yelp from the back garden. I rolled my hazel eyes, opened the wooden door and walked down the pebble path of my garden "What are you up to now?" I muttered as I saw the first load of metal, screws and bolts. Removing the hood of the black cloak that hung loosely around my neck.
"Spanner. Spanner. Spanner" He muttered to himself. I walked over to the working boy, he glanced up at me with his hazel eyes and his face glowed with a mischievous grin. His dimples were engraved deeply into his cheeks and into my memory "What is this contraption?" I asked, staring at the metal object. I knelt down infront of the machine and tilted my head.
"This contraption is going to be the ticket out of this place" I raised an eyebrow, he stood up suddenly and flung his hands around estatically "We can go to the places you read in those books, places full of adventure and beauty. Places that are better then this small town, just think of the possibilities. If- No when I get the inventors job we can move straight away into the life you desserve" I blinked and smiled.
"You have big dreams for such a small boy" The 15 year old grinned at me, his face glowed with excitment.
"No dream is big enough" I handed him the spanner that was behind him.
"Then let's get to work. I'll quickly go to the shops and we can continue working on this" He nodded, I stood up and dusted the dirt off my pale blue dress. I ran inside and grabbed the basket laying on the table. Walking outside, I inhaled the busy towns air and smiled. The smell of fresh bread, flowers and grass filled my senses. I ran quickly to the only place I truely felt safe.
"Ahhh Hello Calista, how are you and Patrick?" The friendly man asked behind the counter. Smiling brightly I walked over to him and leaned against the counter.
"Hello Sir, I and Patrick are perfectly fine" He nodded before grinning.
"Is he up to his old ways?" I nodded and saw him shake is head in wonder.
"That boy's imagination is large, he will work wonders one day as will you"
"Thank you sir, how are you and your wife?" His face dropped as he walked from behind the counter to the wooden stepladder that leant onto the book shelf.
"I'm afraid she is getting worse" I heard the hurt evident in his voice as he continued his talking "Could you please hold this ladder for me?" I nodded and walked over to the ladder then held it in place. He placed the heavy books on the first shelf on the top and sighed.
"So, how is buisness? Is it getting any better?" He sighed and climbed down the ladder to retrieve more books.
"I think I maybe out of buisness by the end of the month" Pure horror decorated my features and I stuttered out my words.
"T-T-They can't possibly do that!" I exclaimed, anger rushed through my viens.
"I'm sorry dear, I tried to fight back but it turns out that there is only two people interesting in my book store, you and your brother" I bit back the tears "Thank you dear, without you or your brother I wouldn't have been open for this long" He climbed back up the ladder.
"B-B-B-ut-" I tightened my grip on the ladder and felt my eyes sting.
"And that's why I am asking you to take any pick of these books" He slid down and landed firmly on his feet.
"W-What?" I wanted to make sure that I had heard him right.
"Any pick Calista, any book for you to keep" I glanced around uncertainly.
"Are you sure Sir?" He smiled brightly.
"Positive" I looked around finding the familiar blue cover.
"Umm This one!" I pulled it out and the beautiful black, ink patterns covered the hard cover. He chuckled and stroked the cover.
"This is you favourite, isn't it?" I remembered all the times, all the hours he had spent with me while reading this tale.
"Of course it is Sir! Far of places, adventures and suspense! It's everything I could possibly want!" I hugged the book close to my chest in a dreamy matter.
"Well then it's yours" I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you for everything Sir" He patted my hand that rested on his shoulder.
"Of course dear, as I thank you too" I turned around and walked over to the door.
"I will see you very soon! Goodbye for now" He waved as I walked out.
Never would I have guessed the adventure I would have. Never would I have guessed the people I would meet...
I stumbled and tumbled towards the castle in fright "Help me" I whispered.
Earlier in the afternoon
"How can you read this?" The handsome boisterous man asked, flipping and turning the book. I rolled my eyes and attempted to snatch the book out of his hand with no avail.
"Well Jack, you use your eyes" I sighed as he flipped the book upside down. His twirled a strand of his blond hair and grinned. His green eyes
"But there are no pictures!" He frowned in a confused mannor. That time I finally stole the book out of his hand and hugged it to my chest.
"That's where you use your imagination" I talked down to him like he was a child. Who could find this idiot attractive!
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" He burst out laughing as did his 'friend'. I huffed in annoyance as the pair I like to call dumb and dumber kept on laughing.
"Excuse me, I will be leaving now!" I held my head high as I stormed past them and towards my house.
"Patrick! I'm home" There was no reply, I nibbled my lip as I curiously looked around trying tp find the young boy "Patrick!" I shouted louder as I ran outside the back garden "PATRICK this ISN'T funny!" I shouted even louder. No reply "PATRICK!"
I guess this is why I am here, shaking the castle gate frantically as I tried to get away from the growling wolves "Please let me in!" I looked around almost helplessly as the dark figures lured their way towards me "Please" I whispered.
SQUEAK
I felt a jolt of energy rush through me as I ran inside the open gates letting them slam behind me "Patrick" I whispered sadly. The naked tree branches twirled in the breeze like ballerinas. I felt a strange feeling attack my numbing limbs then I finally realised that my feet carried me inside the house. The dimly lit ball room stood proudly, the peeling paint walls flaked on the white and black tiled floor. The large marble steps turned and tisted way up high, but what really caught my eye was the black grand piano that collected dust under the large ripped portrait. The only unharmed aspect on the painting was a beautiful water coloured blue eye. I frowned before remembering why I was here "H-H-Hello?" I called, the only light was the full moon outside shining through the large arch window "I'm sorry to intrude but I have no place to go. I-I-I am looking for my brother Patrick" I sighed as the only response I had recieved was silence "Where are you Patrick?" I let the words drop carelessly out of my mouth in wonder and great loss. Why did he leave? He didn't even leave without his machine!
I felt a presence in the castle, something sinister yet gently but I couldn't quite put my finger on "I just need to find him" I dropped to floor in sadness and self pity. Where could he have possibly gone?
"Calista?" I hoarse voice asked "Calista is that you?" My eyes widened in suprise.
"Patrick" My pale hand tembled on the string of my cloak.
"Calista get out of here!" He shouted with more force.
"No I am not leaving you! Where are you?" I asked.
"Leave-"
"NO! You are my younger brother, I am NOT leaving you to rot in here now stop playing games and come out!" I was sick and tired of tracking the one person I needed the most.
"I-I-I can't" I frowned.
"What do you mean you can't?" I asked, mostly to myself.
"I meant what I said I can't" Hurt and frustration was evident in is strong, and normally confident voice.
"I'm getting you out! Tell me where you are?" I heard him sharply breath in before frantically shouting.
"GET OUT NOW! PLEASE JUST TRUST ME! HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING! RUN AND NEVER LOOK BACK CALISTA!" I shook my head and felt my eyes burn with even more tears. Wy did he sound so-so scared? Why didn't he just stop and come out?
"NEVER!" I shouted back, turning around in circles as I tried to find where his voice was coming from.
"WHO ARE YOU!" I heard a voice roar behind me. I jumoped and spun around where all I saw were shadows.
"C-C-Calista" I called back.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" The footsteps stopped for a second before rapidly continuing.
"I came h-here for my brother, P-P-Patrick" Who was this beast that captured my brother "W-W-Why is he here?" I asked.
"He came onto MY property" I huffed.
"So you decided to lock him up!" I didn't know where to look or who I was dealing with.
"QUIET, YOU WILL ONLY TALK WHEN I TELL YOU TOO!" My jaw dropped, who the hell did this guy think he was? My eyebrow twitched and my face grew flustered.
"Excuse me-" I started only to be interrupted.
"SILENCE, NOW GET OUT!" I shook my head and tightened my fists.
"Not without my brother" I spat out. The man growled like a wild dog and I heard the footsteps storm towards me.
"GET OUT NOW! Luke, escort this woman out" I finally blew.
"I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MY BROTHER, LET MY BROTHER GO"
"WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN?" The voice shouted back.
"Take me instead" I whispered.
"W-What?" His voice sounded more gentle, it was soothing and elegant.
"Take me instead" I sounded more stronger.
"LET THE BOY GO" He ordered.
"WAIT-" I shouted, I heard struggling and saw Patrick's panicked face.
"NO-NO CALISTA" He shouted, I tried to reach out. To hold him one last time but he was quickly thrown out. I turned around and began to cry. He was gone! I'll never get to see him again.
"H-He's gone...I-I-I-I'll never get to s-see him again" I sobbed out covering my tear filled eyes. I heard whispering and hushed curses. before some movement. I removed my hands from my face and saw a scarred hand covered with stitches and bruises. I glanced up and saw the pale face, his strong jaw line tensed when I met with his blue eyes. His short black hair covered his forhead. I saw the brown/red rugged scared that started from his eyelid and ended at the corner of his mouth. Black, boney wings spurted for his back giving him a demon like look. Large, creamy and blood covered horns twist and turn from his black locks. Patches of black fur decorated his bare legs then stopped at the begining of his green, ripped pants. His blue jacket was covered in a brown substance and tears. His brown waistcoat was covered in mud as did his green tie. What really puzzled my was the pale green mask that covered half of his face.
I ignored the hand and stood myself up, my blue loosely fitting dress was covered in dirt and leaves. He cleared his throat and nervously stratched the back of his long, thin neck "You're room is this way" I didn't want to move, I didn't want to leave this spot. I was convinced that this was a dream "YOU FOLLOW ME" I jumped at his roaring, gruff voice that was different to his gentle, soft, angelic one he used a few seconds ago. I stared at the dusty floor, what have I just done?
A/N I know that this isn't great but I watched Beauty and The Beast a couple of nights ago and it made me realise how much I love this movie.