Hey there! So I decided, since Beauty and The Beast is coming out that I'll do a story for Beauty and the Beast! I'll do this instead of doing GAME NIGHT and JUST MY TYPE! But don't worry I will still be writing those!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty and The Beast or VA
Once upon a time, there lived a man who did not know how to be kind and love. This man ruled a little kingdom, being ruthless to his subjects. It wasn't until his grandmother saw this and disguised herself into a child. She asked for the young Kings help but he refused, closing the door on her. The ex queen revealed herself and punished her grandson. He beg for her not to but his grandmother would not change her mind.
"You will be as ugly as you are in the inside as on the outside. Until your Beauty comes and lefts this curse or your time will run our when the this last petal of this rose falls."
Rosemarie Muzar was one of the beautiful of her time. Her story is one no one shall ever forget, even to this day her and the Beasts story is shared upon camp fires.
It begins in a small town in Russia. This small town is called Baia and still stands today. Rose was originally from Turkey but moved to Russia when her mother died. She lived with her father, Abe Mazur, a little ways from their village.
Rose was 17 years old when she started her adventure, going into town to grab a book and return one.
Rose was a reader, although she never admit it. She was rather a stubborn child, but a kind one at that.
She walks into town, her nose in a book. She hums to herself and fails to notice the looks people give her. Everyone was aware of her beauty but were baffled by her selflessness. Never once did the girl show any arrogance or vanity.
Rose might not see the looks, but she feels them. She doesn't let them affect her, she has better things to worry about then their opinions.
"What a curious girl indeed..." Someone murmurs to their friend. The friend nodded, agreeing.
"There she goes again.." Others observed, watching the girl. Rose was a popular in her little town for 1, her beauty and 2, her crazy father. Abe and Rose were introverts, ones that put up with people then really wanting to hang out with them. Although, Rose was not as bad as her father. Abe pushed people away and only let people he loved into his life. That one person being Rose, she truly knew her father was not mad. Everyone else in the town thought different. As far as they knew, that man was crazy and he had an unusually beautiful daughter.
"The crazy daughter to the crazy Abe Muzar." Rose heard that one and gave a headless laugh. She turned to the person who said that.
"Ones who are quick to judge are the ones who end up poor and hopeless." Rose said sweetly although the meaning held another definition. The person looked shock and became even more aghast when Rose just went back to her book and kept walking. That was Rose in a nut case. She was independent and caring but also tough and wise. There was no doubt that Rosemarie Mazur was a powerful person.
"Rose! You are back so early?!" Sonya Karp yelps as Rose enters her library. Rose laughed, nodding her head eagerly.
"Yeah! Couldn't get my head out this book!" She said enthusiastically. Rose puts the book back on the shelf she had picked it up from yesterday.
"My dear, you do go through my books fast!" Sonya claims, trying to be serious but smiling anyways. Rose chuckled picking out her favorite book. "That one again?"
Rose nodded, running her hand over the tattered cover. The book looked like it's been beat and drowned but still held together strong. The title faded, but Rose remembers the name so well that she doesn't need to see the name. "Why, my favorite book is this book, 'The Beauty'."
Sonya saw the loving look Rose gives the book and she couldn't help but feel a spark of irony. The book was a beautiful as the girl was as it talked about a girl who falls in love with a monster. Sonya was a humble human being and was blessed with knowledge. Knowledge of knowing the spoilers of life.
"Keep it." Sonya finally says, breaking Rose from her trance. Her wild eyes look at the older lady with a look of shock and wonder.
"Really?" Rose almost whispered. Sonya smiled softly, nodding her head. Rose's face lit up, a enourmous smile taking its place on Roses face.
"Oh Sonya! Thank you!" She ran over and engulfed Sonya in a hug. The older woman hugs the girl back, smiling to herself knowing the adventure Rose was about to embark on.
After picking up her new book, she went around town. Rose rather enjoyed being outside. She loved the way the sun would hit her skin and make her feel warm. It was summer, and for Russia, it felt warm. Rose loved it.
Humming to herself, she ignored everyone's murmurs. "Tale as old as time..." Rose read from the book, her finger tracing the sentence.
"This is a tale as old as time and it's songs as old as rhyme. It holds it power with in the pages and the binding for love has the power to spread but also to hide. This is the story of the Beauty who loved the Beast."
"Well, well little reader! What have you got today?" Adrian Ivashkov said merrily over Roses shoulder. Rose gave a start, shutting her book. She turned and glared at the man. It wasn't that she hated him, she rather liked to say she highly disliked him.
"It's Rose, not little reader." Rose said eerily soft. She walks away from Adrian, hoping he would leave her alone.
"Oh no you don't!" Adrian grabs Roses arm, whipping her around so she could see him. His face showed determination and anger. Unlike Rose, Adrian was a drunkard man whore. He cared more about his looks then anyone else. Adrian had no problem of hurting Rose but he knew Rose would not hesitate to kick his ass.
Rose had fear well up in her when she looked at his face. She quickly shoved that fear down and detached herself from Ivashkov roughly. "How dare you touch me?" Her voice rose a little, catching some people's attention. They leaned in hoping to get on the conversation. People had already started to notice them anyway, Adrian was also very popular. He was a bachelor that everyone wanted. One other thing that made Rose special was the fact that Adrain wanted her and her only. Rose was aware of this, clearly, but she refused to give her life up for a man like him.
"I will touch however I want woman!" Adrain snarled, his fists to his side and to,Roses relief, not touching her.
Rose tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and glared at the horrible man. "Back off Ivashkov...I am certainly not any woman, so I suggest you back off!" She snapped, pointing a delicate finger at him.
Adrian laughed, shaking his head. He slapped the finger away. Instead of answering her, he reached out and took her book. Rose gasped, trying to get ahold of her book.
Adrain, who was taller then her by a lot, just raised his arm higher and read aloud a verse from the book. "The beauty was destine to save the beast by love?" Adrian scoffed throwing the book to the ground and successfully landing in a mud pile. Rose followed, swiftly picking the book up and whipping it off. "That is the cheapest thing I've ever read little reader. Maybe you should find a new interest besides books. Maybe me?"
Roses blood boiled. She turn to the man and punched him square in the nose. He was not prepared for that as his head snapped back. She didn't break his nose but she did do damage. She was satisfied when she heard him groan.
The town was invoked, stopping their chores to watch this exchange. Rose, not really wanting to deal with them, only glared. She didn't want to waste time on Adrian Ivashkov so she stamped away, ignoring Adrain's pleas for her to stay.
"What an imbecile! Treating me as if I am an animal!"Rose said haughty, stomping up the stairs of her home.
"Rose is that you?" Abe's voice came from his office.
"Yes Baba, it is me!" Rose shouts a tint of frustration lacing her voice. She walks into his office to see her father leaning over his work. His head shot up with a curious look in his eyes. "Adrian..." Was all she said, her face becoming tired.
"Oh..I'm sorry Kiz." Abe's sympathetic voice was soothing and Rose only nods.
"Yes, I am very sorry as well. This is why I do not like men.." Rose mumbles more to herself then her father. Her eyes met the book Sonya had given her, once again she ran her fingers over the title. She found herself wanting what the Beauty wanted, freedom. In the story, the Beauty breaks away from her family and meets a Beast who eventually falls in love with the Beauty. The Beast eventually dies to save his Beauty, but the Beast granted her freedom making her forever grateful. Rose wanted that minus the Beast part.
"Well Rose, you can't avoid men forever. You'll eventually fall for one." Rose tucks the book under her arm, holding it close to her. She looked at her father and shrugged.
"But I can avoid it as long as I can." Abe rolled his eyes, moving back to his paperwork.
"I have to leave." Abe said, changing the subject.
"Leave? Again? Baba, what is it this time?" Rose asked astonished. Abe left a lot for his business. Rose wasn't sure what he did, he never told her.
Abe sighed, picking himself up from his chair. He walks over to his daughter, pulling her into his arms. "My love, I know. I will be back in three day times though and I'll bring you some books. How is that?" Rose wrapped her arms around him as if he was fragile. As he got older, that is what Rose thought. He was starting to get more tired as well, uneven patches of grey had placed themselves in his dark brown hair. Bags under his eyes, and lines creased his eyes when he smiled. Age had taken a pull on Abe Muzar and his lovely daughter had noticed.
"Okay Baba, promise me you will come back." Rose said, her eyes starting to water. Rose always hated when her father would leave, the fact she didn't know where he was bothered her even more. She only cared and loved one man in her life and that was her father, she wouldn't know what to do if he died. Well, she would have to marry and she did not like that. At all.
"I promise my Rosemarie. I will always return." He squeezed her tighter, kissing her forehead. "Always."
Adrian Ivashkov did not like how Rosemarie Mazur had refused him. No on has ever done that. No one and he will not let that girl get out of his reach.
"Adrian! Adrian!" Adrian turned as he heard his name. It was Stan Alto, his friend. Well, not really his friend. Just someone who worships him and had the slightest crush on him. Adrain was aware of it, clearly, everyone loved him anyways.
"Stan." Adrian said sharply, turning his eyes to his destination. The bar.
"Whoa there Adrian, what's wrong? Did Rose do something to you?"Adrian scoffed, opening the door into the bar.
"You mean you haven't heard? I thought you were obbessesed with me?" Adrian didn't see, but Stan scrunched his nose and his cheeks redden in embarrassment.
"I do not! I'm your friend!" Stan disagreed, his heart telling him other wise. Adrian laughed humorlessly. Shaking his head, he dropped Stan's homosexuality subject and went back to the original.
Adrian turned to look at the stout man. He was a chubby thing, his face round and red. His short legs only bringing him to Adrian's stomach. Adrain on the other hand, was a bigger man. He wasn't a bulk man but he did have muscle. He was tall also, and his handsome features making all the ladies swoon for him. His light brown hair was messy and his green eyes would perice you.
Adrian smirked at Stan before pushing himself into a chair. Stan's heart flutter at the smirk and he began to blush. To avoid letting Adrian how he affected him, he went to go get beers. Adrian then began to pout. Stan brought him a beer and Adrian only played with it, not really drinking it.
"Alright, what did she do?" Adrian glared at Stan for making that question.
"She denied me..Again. All I want is her and she won't budge. Am I not great and handsome as they say?" Adrian sighed taking a small sip from his beer.
"You? Never, Adrian you've got to pull yourself together! Everyone wants to be you Adrian! And it's not hard to see why!" Stan slammed his fist on the table, looking internally at the man.
"Yes, I agree." Hans came over and sat with them. "No one fights like you, flirts like you, shoots like you! I wish I could be you.." Hans mumbled the last part, looking at the table.
Adrian once again scoffed, trying not to believe he was but truly knew he was.
"Adrian, you practically have every women in town wanting to marry you. Why do you want Rose?" Adrian shrugged but he knew why he honestly wanted her. It wasn't for love. He wanted to have her because she had denied him. Adrian does not do well with that, being denied. He now has to the prove to the town that he can have any girl he wants.
"Because I love her." Adrian lied, trying to sound convincing. Stan's heart broke a little bit. Although Stan knew he would never have Adrian, he still could dream. Dreaming although, gives hope and that's what had Stan hoping.
Hans nodded his head, putting his grubby hand on Adrian's shoulder. "Well, I believe you can get her. But in the mean time, look at them." Hans pointed to the group of girls, prostitutes, huddling in the corner looking at them. Adrian smiled and chugged down his drink. Cracking his knuckles and neck, he went over to the girls.
Adrian Ivashkov was a horrid man. That night he took 3 girls home, making them his own. Rose would soon learn that Adrian is the one who will destroy her life.