I've always looked at the parallels Damon and Elena have with the Beauty and the Beast story. They are so much alike it's insane. I hope in the show Elena can see the beauty within Damon and Damon can see that it's ok to change for the love of a girl. At least in the TV show sense, lol. Anyway, here's Delena done with Beauty and the Beast! Review please!
Beauty Lies Within
Prologue
Damon Salvatore was considered the wealthiest prince in the world. He had everything he ever wanted in life and what he wanted he usually got. He lived in a large castle with many servants attending to his every need.
However, everyone knew that he was incredibly rude. If he was denied something or if someone argued with him, he threw a fit. God forbid if someone or something displeased him; they'd receive his wrath like no other. While the prince was a particularly handsome man, no one had ever seen him smile or show any act of kindness to anyone.
One cold, wintery night, Damon was in his hall sitting on his throne. His mood was particularly bad this night. The servants were on high security alert with their looks toward him.
"Bring me wine!" he shouted impatiently. A nervous servant came up with a glass of wine.
"Leave me," he spoke cruelly to her. She immediately left the room. Damon found that he actually enjoyed the power he had over the members of his castle. "Fear is the only way people will respect you" were his father's last words to him before he died. Damon found this to be true.
Before he could even take a sip of his expensive red wine, there was a knock at the door.
"God, who could that be at this ungodly hour?" he questioned aloud. "Go answer the door and tell whoever it is to go away!"
A servant immediately left the room. Damon waited for them to return, all the while impatiently tapping his fingers on his chair.
A servant entered with an elderly woman in tattered rags following her.
"I thought I told you to NOT LET THE PERSON IN!" Damon shouted at the top of his lungs. He was sure the entire castle heard his outburst, but didn't care in the least. It happened often enough.
"I'm sorry your highness, but she insisted," the young servant girl spoke nervously. She was on the verge of crying.
"You should have told her to leave," Damon growled at the servant girl; she whimpered.
"It is true, sir. Do not blame her for this. I am asking for a place to stay for the night on this cold, harsh night. I'm afraid I don't have any money, but I can give you this rose as payment," the mysterious, old and tattered woman held up a fully bloomed red Rose.
Damon laughed suddenly, or more like barked. Then his cruel and evil smirk reappeared on his face.
"As entertaining as this is, a rose will not help you in the slightest. Get out of my castle before I have to throw you out myself," he hissed at the ugly stranger.
The stranger only smirked.
"Well well Prince Damon. You have proven me right."
Damon just stared at her like she had just turned into a pumpkin. "What the hell are you talking about, woman?"
Right before his eyes, the stranger began to change. Instead of an ugly, old hag she was now a beautiful woman with deep red hair, pretty face, and a green dress the women in the world could only dream about. Damon was too stunned to move.
"You are exactly what the people say you are, Damon Salvatore. Selfish, cold, cruel, and uncaring. You make the people around you quiver in fear. You are a disgrace to me, even looking at you now is painful," she smiled at him with her own cruel yet beautiful smile. "For your ways, you must be punished."
"Wha…What are you talking about?" Damon's own fear showed in his expressive crystal blue eyes.
"I am going to make look like the monster you are on the inside, Damon." The enchantress spoke sweetly to him.
Hearing this, Damon had to argue. "No! Please, I'll be better, I promise, just please..." He was on his hands and knees now, begging for mercy from this powerful woman in front of him.
She laughed. "I don't think so. Your word is meaningless. That is why I'm doing this."
Damon felt a scorching pain suddenly hit his chest. He felt dizzy and disoriented. Then a blinding headache struck that hurt so much that he screamed in pain. Then all of the sudden, it stopped. Damon was left on the floor gasping from his pain.
When he was able to stand, he got up and glared at the enchantress. She held up a mirror for him. When he saw what he looked like, he gasped before putting his hand over his mouth to stifle his screams of horror.
His blue eyes were now red and veiny and filled up his entire eye. He had large fangs protruding from his mouth on both sides of his upper jaw. He looked like a deranged, demented vampire!
Clutching his face in his hands, he turned back to the woman who was still smiling in triumph.
"What the hell did you do to me! Change me back!" he ordered.
Laughing, she spoke. "Not a chance. Now, here's how this is going to work. You have three years to find somebody to love you and for them to love you in return. For this to happen, your ways must change. If you have not found somebody by the time the three years are up, you will remain like this: a hideous monster. The rose I am giving you will help you tell how much time you have left. When the last petal falls, your time will be up. Good luck, Prince Damon." And with that, she disappeared into thin air.
Damon was left standing in the great hall in shock.
"SERVANT!" he shouted when he was able to find his voice again.
A time clock entered the room. "Yes sir? What's going on?" Damon's red eyes almost bugged out of his head. This curse not only affected him but his entire castle. The clock was his right-hand man, Stefan.
"Nothing…never mind…"Damon managed to say. Then he turned back to where the enchantress was standing only moments ago.
He vaguely heard a whisper of a voice saying, "Three years Damon…"
To be continued
