A/N- Hey Guys! So this my first ever Beauty and the Beast fan fiction story. Am kind of new to this, so go easy on me! :) Am not new to , but as I said it's my first time actually doing a Beauty and the Beast story so I hope you like it. I appreciate REASONABLE criticism. Hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Belle and the Beast, and all the original characters of beauty and the beast! I though own James and Dominique so if you steal her or him, I will find you and kill you!
~ForeverBlind
Dominique's POV
It was raining that night, and there were only bleak, grey clouds in sight. I stared at the sky, watching it cry and howling and screaming in pain with its thunder. I felt connect to it somehow; it was calling me in its loneliest of times. "Dominique" my mother called her French accent so thick.
"Oui la mère (Yes mother)?" I asked from the window my eyes still peering out at the night, raindrops sliding down the glass window and hit the ground like bullets. "Time to eat, come now" she said in a somewhat stern voice. I got up from where I sat and walked over to the dining room, our log house was small. The kitchen was to the right of the door and then our small little lounge area was about 20 feet away from the kitchen. To the left of that was 2 rooms, where mother and father slept and where I slept. The dining room was not to far from the kitchen, and neither was the window.
I sat down, the oval chestnut table holding the entire meal mother prepared. She sat down her blond curls bouncing as she did, and her pale skin moist and hot from all the work had been doing in the kitchen. We said grace, and dived right in.
"Aren't we going to wait for daddy?" I asked before touching the chicken. Then, she stopped cold. Her eyes becoming wet with tears, she formed a fist and it stayed like that, her skin turning red and her pink lips becoming tight.
"Daddy isn't coming. Never." She choked out, her voice cold and lifeless. "Why not?" I asked my arms crossed over my chest. "Who cares! Your damn father left us...He doesn't love you anymore" she shouted at first, then her voice going into an angry whisper. Daddy left us? This was the second time; the first was a 5 years ago. I was only 5 but I remembered it clear as day.
My mother then glared at me, her green eyes shooting me down. Then she slapped me across my face, her sharp nails cutting me. The blood dripping down my cheek, "You look so much like him. Now, your nothing to me" she snarled. She was right; I only looked like my father and no one else. His muddy brown eyes were also mine; his black hair was now mine only longer. My tan skin was something else I got from him. I was only a reminder to her. She pulled by my hair and whispered in my ear "Get out" and with that she opened the door, and threw me out in the cold like an old child's toy. I landed in the mud.
"Let me in!" I cried banging on the door. I was hungry; I missed the warmth the fire brought to the house. This wasn't my mother she would never do this. But she did, she kicked me out and put blame on me for something my father did. A happy life the next and now am here.
I ran into the forest as fast as my legs could take me, I had no place to go, so what was I running for? The rain was calling me, it was in pain too. But if only I knew where this pain grew I could follow it and mend it. For then it would mend my heart. "SNAP!" I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard something. "Hello" I squeaked, fear running all over my body. "You have nothing to fear" said an old cracked voice. Then she appeared, an old woman. Horrid, disgusting, repulsive yet beautiful in a way. She had warts all over her wrinkled face, and the only thing to shield her from the rain was a black cloak.
"Who are you?" I asked my voice shaky as she grew closer. "You have nothing to fear" she repeated. "Who are you?" I repeated, this time my body was shaking. "Take my hand and be mine!" she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dark, I pulled and pulled trying to break free but her grip was tight. She increased her speed as she let out an insane laugh. Faster and faster we went as if we were flying. My heart pounding, what does she want with me? I have nothing to give. "Let me go!" I screamed. She squeezed down harder; it felt she was going to pop a vein. "Please!" I begged. And with a swift move of her feet we stopped. She faced me her eyes red with hate. She then pulled out a dagger and she cut my vein open. I cried out in pain, why was she doing this? My face was burning with tears and pain. Blood spilled everywhere. Then she took as glass bottled filled with a black liquid and poured it into my open wound. It stung so badly my body went into total shock. I fell to the ground shaking and screaming in pain.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, my leg would go behind my head with every quick move. My eyes soon rolled up and I was only a few second away from losing consciousness. Blood coming out my mouth as screamed, 'all of life's wish will never come true now' I thought as the darkness engulfed me. The last words I heard were "Shh, Shh soon you will so be reborn." 'How could she leave me dead?' I thought as my eyes finally closed. Dead forever…or so I thought.
Belle's POV
"Awe, Adam, he's going to be king one day!" I sighed as I watched James get pricked by a thorn in the rose bushes. I could hear him swear from the balcony. "Damn thorns! I'll have you executed! Mark my words little de-", he began. "James stop talking to the thorns" Chip said as he walked by. "I know honey. I know" Adam said as he joined my side at the balcony. He wrapped his hands around my hips, and kissed me on the cheek. "We have to get that kid married off soon" he chuckled. "No! He's my baby!" I whinnied, "Speaking of babies how about we go make some more?" Adam whispered in my ear. "Adam!" I scolded him for being frisky at a time like this. "Sorry, it's just that were good at it, and I don't want James to be all alone" Adam said apologetically, did he think I was dumb?
"Go" I shooed him off, and once he left I realized he was right. Not about the babies' thing, that James needed to get married off. Not that I am forcing him, but I don't want it to be too late. True love only comes once, just like Adam and I. I couldn't help but imagine the day I pictured him naked. I wanted him more than anything that day, love and lust washing over me. The feeling was great, pure love. I walked back into the room closing the balcony door behind also covering it with its curtains. He was sitting on the bed reading a book, a walked over to him and grabbed the book from his hands.
"Yes?" he asked. Then I kissed his soft yet somewhat rough lips. Remembering the day we first made love. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held my hips. It was passionate and loving, the kiss intensified as he explored my mouth more with his tongue. I left out a soft moan, as he trailed his kisses down my neck. Desire. I only wanted him right now. Love a powerful thing, and I only wanted the same for James. Well not 'all this' until he was married, but love will never have an age limit. Love is what makes the world go round, and if James was lucky enough to experience it with someone else then I would be truly happy. Love, forever powerful and sweet.
James POV
"Stupid thorns" I whispered to myself while walking up to my room. I seemed to get pricked by those everyday, but of course I knew how important they were to my family. They told me the story over and over again. I would always mock them behind their back, "He was so gorgeous! I was scared! Blah blah, beef and tomatoes" Was what I would say when they weren't looking, but in truth, the story always made my mind reel. How bad was that an enchantress needed to curse him? People always say am just like my father. I look exactly like him too. His long amber hair, piercing blue eyes and pale skin, was what I saw in the mirror.
His chiseled features were now mine. I hated it, so much. I didn't want to look like a former beast. I, of course had to inherit his temper and strength. If I was exactly like him, then was exactly like the beast they once known? Or was like the new Adam? Kinder and gentler. I heard the servants talk and I always thought they talked about me. Am nice I don't try to hurt things, but when I do I only see my dad as a beast becoming me. I wanted my own identity, to stop seeing myself as a beast, but of course one can only wish.
I made it up to my room, the blue wall coverings were all too familiar, and the dark wood dresser that held the grand mirror and my clothes. The window was to the right of the bed; the dream window was what I called it. I would look out and ask the stars "What if Belle and Adam weren't my parents...would I be happier?" And then a gust of wind would come in, I didn't know if it was a yes or no.
My bed was always made, by the time I came back from breakfast. The gold coverings always clean just how I liked it. I threw my self on the bed and counted the ways of how better life would be if I wasn't Prince James. I looked out the window and looked out at the forest. It was such a lovely day outside, clear and sweet. My parents always told me to be true myself, but to be honest I hadn't found 'myself' yet. I heard a longing cry, a cry for me to go out and explore. Find myself. For I wasn't Prince James son of King Adam and Queen Belle, no! I was going to be a different James, the real James. I walked out of my room, destination anywhere but here. I made my way back out at the garden, servants busy working. I decided since everyone was busy, I might as well just slip out. I tiptoed to the gate, trying to be quiet as possible.
I reached the over towering gate, I pray that this is the right path. I pushed the gates opened, and slowly closed it behind me. I left a loud bang, but none of the servants looked up, or did they care. I bolted for the forest. I smelt the scent of the flowers and felt the summer breeze. Wow! This is probably what peasant got to do from time to time. I heard the cry, it was louder and closer. I ran towards the forest, happier and more comfortable. Here I come, no more being the son of a beast.
There it is =]! Hope you enjoyed, oh and by the way Dominique's POV is the past, like a back flash, and Jame's is present, so is Belle's. So again thanks, oh sorry for the extremely long chapter, I promise the others will be shorter! Have a happy day!