A/N I saw three videos on YouTube, all by RosesnWater, who's here on FanFiction under the same name. The videos are, "Breath- Thrax/Ariel/Gaston (feat. Belle)" "Perfect Enemy- Hades/Ariel/Thrax/Belle (feat: Vanessa)" and "Everytime I Fall- Thrax/Belle/Gaston" I got her permission to write them into a fanfic.

There are three parts of this story, representing each video: Breath, Perfect Enemy, and Everytime I Fall. I think I'm gonna have fun with this :)

The plots are owned by RosesnWater; the characters, except Almira, belong to Disney and/or Warner Bros. Almira's my own character. I couldn't resist adding her :3

Breath
Chapter 1

Once upon a time, there a land which more than humans and animals. For example, Daemons lived in volcanoes far from the town. Sometimes they would take a human as a mate, but leave their child in their hands, as Daemons only raised pureblood Daemons, and rarely raised a Daemon hybrid. One Daemon, born to a female human, had the former fate; his human mother raised him until he was old enough to care for himself.

This Daemon/human hybrid was named Thrax. He was six feet tall, and had a thin, yet muscular figure, with a wide chest contrasting with a thin waist. He had maroon skin, with dark red eyelids and claws, an angular jaw and cheekbones, a pointed chin, bumps representing his nose and eyebrows, six jaw-length purple dreadlocks, handsome golden yellow eyes with lime-green irises, and bird-like feet, with two clawed toes on each foot, and a small spear in the back. He wore a gray turtleneck sweater, black pants and boots, and a long, black trench coat.

His claws started from halfway up the middle of his first finger bones, replacing his fingers with cone-shaped claws. They could still bend easily, but were still strong and sharp. His main weapon, aside from his strength and speed, was his left index claw. This was longer than his other claws, only bent at the second knuckle from his hand, and was flat and sharp on one side, much like a knife. Unlike a knife, however, he could make it glow orange, and was able to use it to burn objects; even the strongest metal didn't stand a chance.

Thrax was a smooth talker, and was charming with the women of the town. Most women refused his flirts because to them, he was, "half-beast" Others fell for his charm and good looks. Of course, Thrax also had a fiery temper, and one single mistake, either from him or another could trigger it. It was rumored that if he became angry enough, his claw would glow white, and smoke would emit from the tip.

It was no secret that Thrax wasn't totally accepted in the town. Some people regarded him as a monster, and should live with his own kind. Other people felt sorry for him, and sometimes defended him. One person had taken him under his wing for the past few years. This person was a man by the name of Gaston.

Gaston was tall, but just a bit shorter than Thrax. He was also more buff than him, and even more self-loving; so much, it made it look as though Thrax hated himself. He had peach skin with long black hair, usually in a ponytail, blue eyes, a red polo shirt with a golden collar and gloves, black pants with a brown belt and golden buckle, and black boots.

Gaston too flirted with women, but unlike Thrax, he was loved by everyone in the town, believing him to be a hero, even when he was seen with Thrax in the town. He considered women to be only useful at home; cooking, cleaning, and providing children. Thrax couldn't care less about what women did, save for cheating on their boyfriends or husbands. He didn't see the point of a women dating someone and seeing another man behind her real boyfriend's back, or the other way around. He also didn't think they ought to join their line of, "work".

Gaston was the leader of a small band of mobsters. Thrax was second-in-command, valued for his burning powers. Because he was second-in-command, he could order the other mobsters around, save for Gaston, and was able to do almost anything he wished.

One day, Thrax was waiting for Gaston at their hideout, an abandoned warehouse outside of town. With him was his pet hyena, Almira. She was an orange hyena with red fir-patterned legs, spots, eyelids, and ears, a yellow flaming mane and tail, with three flowing bangs, light orange ear linings, and pale yellow eyes. She was only loyal to Thrax, as he had raised her from a pup as a child. She tended to be snappish and distrusting towards strangers. She also distrusted Gaston, as he referred to her as a mutt.

Finally, Gaston came into the hideout. "What took ya so long?" Thrax asked in a semi-deep voice as he stroked Almira's back.

"I was inviting someone to the club." Gaston answered, sitting down.

"Who?"

"I met her about a week ago-"

"Her?" Thrax scowled.

"Just listen! I met her on the beach; she was only wearing a ship sail and rope."

"Great, a bum girl." Thrax muttered.

Pretending to not hear him, Gaston continued on, "She says her name's Ariel. We've been out a couple of times. I think she really likes me, of course." He chuckled, making Thrax and Almira roll their eyes. "So, I asked her if she wanted to join the, 'club' and she said she'd love to. She's coming over right now."

"Now?" Thrax groaned in exasperation.

"Yes, now. So you and your mutt better behave yourselves. I won't have her scared off."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll behave. I'll make sure Almira does too." He ran his claws through her bangs affectionately while she wagged her tail. It was popular belief that Thrax love his hyena as though she was his own child.

Then there was a knock on the door. "Gaston? Are you in here?" A feminine voice called.

"Yes, Ariel. I have a friend and his mu-hyena with him in here." Gaston called, ignoring Thrax's glare. "Come on in."

The door opened, and footsteps were heard. Then the girl named Ariel stepped into the light. Thrax's eyes slowly widened as his mouth dropped, causing the scowl to melt away. Any bad thoughts about her disappeared; she was beautiful!

She had peach skin, large ocean-blue eyes, and long, flowing red hair. She had red lipstick, and was wearing a pink and white gown, white barrettes and earrings, and pink shoes. Thrax would have continued to stare in awe had Almira not nudged him, scowling. He shook his head hard, causing a couple of dreadlocks to fall in front of his eyes.

"Hi, Gaston!" Ariel grinned, sitting down next to him.

"Hi, Ariel." Gaston smiled. "Like I said, this is my friend, Thrax. Thrax, this is Ariel."

Brushing his dreadlocks back, Thrax grinned charmingly, "Baby, you are lookin' fiiine today."

Ariel giggled softly. "Thank you, Thrax."

Gaston, however, wasn't as amused. "Don't take it seriously, he says that to every girl he likes." He threw a scowl at the half-Daemon.

"Gaston, I was just jokin'." Partially. "This is my baby girl, Almira." He said, patting her on the side. "She's not good with strangers, an' might bite. So be careful."

"I will." Ariel nodded.

A/N I had SUCH trouble starting this fanfic! I think that's one of my weak points; not knowing how to start a fanfic. But once I get past that, I'm usually good to go on the rest...unless I get writer's block X(

A popular thing to do is when Thrax isn't a virus, he's a Daemon (I'm still confused on how it's pronounced. Dee-mon? Day-mon? I dunno.) I decided to change it a bit for my stories: make him HALF-Daemon. He has some human features, so it made sense to me.

I also added another detail to Thrax, which stays whether he's a virus or half-Daemon: when he's really pissed, his claw glows completely white, and smoke comes from it. Ouch 8(

I almost made Almira a regular-colored hyena (ie brown, black or gray) but decided to keep her traditional look, subtracting her collar. After all, RosesnWater said in the desc. for her first video that this was set in a fantasy world, so I thought, "What the heck?"

Well, I think I got a good start. Wish me luck on the rest :)