Okay, I couldn't help myself. I've had this idea for a little over a week now, and I'm finally going to give it a shot. I hoped you all like it, because already I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

I don't own Underworld.

Years ago, a young prince and his fiancé ruled across this land. The two were well loved by everyone who was under them. The prince was constantly seen around town, chatting with the townsfolk, and playing with the children. At first, it surprised all of them as his father was cruel and never did this. After a while, they grew accustomed to the way the prince acted, and grew to adore it. Everyone in town looked forward to the prince's visits because he would always listen to any grievances that they had and took an active attempt at trying to fix whatever the problem was.

Everything changed one day in the middle of winter.

The prince and his fiancé were returning to their castle after a long day in the town in their carriage when something, a villager most likely, spooked the horses. They lost control and their carriage was knocked over a hill. The prince's fiancé had been killed upon impact with the ground, while the prince lived on although was knocked unconscious by the crash. He came to at the sound of the villagers coming to investigate the wreckage. They were at his side at once, checking to see if he was alright.

He begged for them to check on his fiancé, but they delivered him the news that she was already gone, and he lashed out as his people. He demanded they tell him which person was responsible for spooking their horses. He would punish them to the most severe thing he could manage, but no one came forward nor said who it was. Nobody had seen the event, so they couldn't have known who scared the horses. He reacted in a way none of them ever saw before. He yelled and acted violently, terrifying all the villagers who knew their prince to be a kind and gentle man.

He changed after that. He grew to treat his village worse and worse as months went by. He would increase their taxes by ridiculous numbers. He demanded that they do things for him that he never asked for before. He grew selfish, and his servants, many of which had watched him grow up, could do nothing but watch as he changed to be bitter and cruel like the man who raised him. His grief had turned to rage towards the village as he swore that he would make the one who caused the death of his fiancé suffer for their crimes.

One evening, he was eating a lavish dinner as he listened to the storm rage outside when there was a soft knock at the door. An old woman was brought forward and requested shelter from the storm. She told him that although she didn't have much, she could offer him a single rose as payment for his permission to spend the night there. He flew off the handle, saying how he could never allow someone from the village to spend the night there. He yelled at her to get out of his castle, and to suffer outside in the rain.

The next thing that happened caused ice to rush through his veins. The elderly woman transformed, and became a beautiful enchantress, her golden eyes striking and dark hair pulled back into a bun. The prince begged for forgiveness, but she wouldn't hear of it. He had already shown her everything she required to see in order to punish the prince for his actions.

"Your words were more like that of a beast than a man. So let's have your outward appearance match your inner disposition." The enchantress spoke, and waved her hand. The prince gasped as his ribs shifted, body changing. His skin turned blue, teeth turning into pointed fangs and eyes changing from their typical emerald green to deep black. Jet black claws sprang forth from his hands and his breaths sounded more like a growl than normal breathing.

A curse was brought upon the prince and all those who served him, as well as the castle. The prince and his castle were to be forgotten by the town that he once ruled over. Those residing in the castle as his servants became mere objects, able to talk and move but they were no longer human. A permanent frost now resided over that part of the land. The rose that he had been offered now acted as a timer. Should the beast grow to love another and they love him in turn before the last petal falls, the curse will be broken, and he shall return to being a prince.

However, if he doesn't complete this simple task, he will stay a beast forever, and all of his servants would become nothing more than furniture.

With each fallen petal, the servants become a little more like the items they were transformed into, and the prince becomes more and more like the beast as he has long given up hope about finding love since his beloved was killed. For who could ever love a beast.

The town, blissfully unaware of the castle and the monster that lies within its walls, began to grow and expand. While they were no longer under the rule of the prince, they still managed to govern themselves quite nicely. Anyone whose family was in the castle assumed their family was dead, which guaranteed that nobody would go searching for them.

As months turned into years, everyone residing in the castle began to give up hope that they would ever be free of their curse. Hope that they would ever return to their human forms had been dashed, and they all began to make their peace with their face.

That was, until the day that she came to the castle.

Please review! I hope to update this soon!