A/N: Hello everyone! I got this idea after I was reliving my childhood and watching classic Disney movies. I really tried to change my writing style since this is based on a beloved fairy-tale. My life is getting really hectic, especialy with school starting and the musical I got drafted into starting rehearsals, updates will be a bit sporadic for all stories, so I apologize :( But I promise I'm not abandoning my Unrequited Love and Love, Unrequited stories, those updates should come sometimes soon :)

Anyways, if you haven't figureed out from the title, this story is based off of Beauty and the Beast. I hope you like it ^_^

The winter wind blew bitterly as an old decrepit woman clad in a thin cloak made her way up through the silent, secluded forest. She shivered as she held a cane in one hand and with the other, shielded her precious object from the hostile frost that had threatened to freeze her toes through her thin shoes.

After what must have been hours, she had finally reached her destination. She looked up towards the long, snowless driveway and continued on towards the ornate doors of the luxurious 3-story mansion. The building was so large, there seemed to be a division between an east wing, and a west wing. At the end of each wing stood a tower, built to look like a fairy-tale tower. The old woman's wrinkled features lifted as she smiled and thought of the blessings the family inside had received throughout their lives.

"A family with such a beautiful house will surely give me a room to stay for tonight." She said to herself as she approached the door.

Her tired brown eyes searched the walls until she found the doorbell. As she lifted her cane to ring the bell, the door flew open and warm light streamed out. She jumped a little, startled at the sudden action. The woman looked up into the annoyed eyes of a handsome caramel-skinned teenager.

"What?" The boy asked irritably.

"Hello, young man." The old woman greeted kindly, "As you can see, it is quite cold outside and I have no place to stay for the night. Will you please fetch your parents for me?"

The boy rolled his eyes, "They aren't home."

"Oh... I see..."

The freezing woman peered over his shoulder towards the wonderfully warm room longingly. From her place, she could see a Christmas tree being erected in the living room next to the crackling fireplace by people whom she assumed were the hired servants.

"May I please come inside for a bit then? I just need a place to rest my tired old my bones. I don't have much as payment, but," the old woman revealed the object she had held in her hand throughout the duration of the trip, "I will give you this for your kindness."

In her hand, she held a beautiful red rose whose petals had just begun to bloom. As she held it toward the warmth and light, the rose seemed to have come to life as it became an impossibly deeper red. The old woman smiled at her delicate treasure and offered it to the young boy.

However, when she held the rose out to him, he stared at the flower with deep contempt. "What is this, a scam? You think a rose is gonna get you in my house?"

The woman's face fell, "I know it is not much, but I beg you, allow me to come into your house for -"

"No." The boy said, glaring at the shivering woman.

"If you could just find the kindness in your heart-"

"Oh come on grandma," the boy interrupted, "are you really gonna start with that cliche thing? Who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think that I'd let you come in to my house, completely unannounced and take a rose as rent? Well guess what? I see what you're doing and it's not gonna work." The boy prepared to shut the door in the woman's face.

"I am not as I seem. We must beware of judging people by their physical appearance." The woman said cryptically.

"Yeah? Well I'm not falling for your crap, I have better things to do than freeze out here with you." As he finished his sentence he slammed the door closed.

"Stupid woman..." He muttered to himself as he headed back to the living room.

"Who was that Carlos?" asked the blonde teen setting up the Christmas tree.

"None of your business Kendall!" Carlos, the handsome tan boy snapped, "Get back to work! We aren't paying you to sit around an-"

Suddenly the door blew open and a gust of freezing cold wind came rushing into the room. The electricity died and fire in the fireplace sizzled to dying embers. Carlos and the other inhabitants of the room were thrown to the floor as the wind carried with it snow.

"WHAT THE HELL IS-" Carlos looked at the doorway and stared in shock.

In place of the decrepit woman stood a beautiful young woman with hair as yellow as the morning sun and eyes a breath-taking icy-blue. She wore a light blue dress as airy and blue as the sky, and on her head, laid a delicate crown of icicles. The cane she once held had become a thin scepter, and the rose in the other seemed to have become a duller red.

"You have been deceived by your own cold heart." She said. Her voice rang with an almost musical tone, "A curse upon your house and all within it."

She waved her scepter, and the snow in the room swirled and enveloped the five people in the room.

"Until you have learned to love another, and earn their love in return, you will remain a beast."

The swirling clouds of snow dissipated and revealed that the five people in the room had all been transformed. The large man, young girl, middle-aged woman, and Kendall had shrunk to the size of teacups and had grown wings. However, when the snow dissolved from Carlos, it revealed a sickly pale, skinny teenager with sunken eyes. From his back grew wings that resembled a bat's, and a pair of horns protruded from his forehead.

"Be warned," The enchantress spoke, "You must accomplish this before the final petal of this rose wilts. If you do not, you shall stay in this form forever."

And with the last word spoken, she disappeared in a small whirlwind of snow.

A/N: So, what'd you think? Do you like this different writing style? Do you like the way this is going? Please review! :)