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Contrary to the widely spread belief , this is ain't inspired by Cinderella . This is inspired by Jenny Dooley's beauty & the beast , Disney's Beauty & the beast , and finally my own twist .
Disclaimer : I do not own vampire knight in any way shape or form and this work is not meant for profit .
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The old man left early in the morning , went to market and , unfortunately , found that the carts were real expensive .
He could only afford a small one , if he wanted to buy his daughters what they had asked for , that is .
No one gets everything , ha ? He kept telling himself as he contemplated buying the said cart . In the end , he bought it .
The night has fallen shortly after , forcing him to stay in a small inn and get back the following day . He spent the night praying for his children's health , safety and happiness , before sleep claimed him like fire would lumber .
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When the farmer left town the next day , the weather was terrible . No , terrible was an understatement .
It was a cold November day , the sky was grey and the wind was strong . As he left the town , it started to snow and at first , he thought it was pretty until it got real snowy .
He took the horse into the forest but there was no path ; just deep snow .
The weather got worse and worse with each passing second , till the old man felt lost although he had lived there all his life .
" This isn't possible ! I'm lost ! "
It was nearing the nightfall and the farmer started feeling uneasy , especially because he was now lost too .
Just then , the horse went faster and faster , into the deep snow .
Then suddenly , there was no more trees , just a big , open space .
" I must be dreaming , for a moment I thought I saw a castle ! "
But he wasn't . there was indeed a castle , a very beautiful and big one at that .
" I will ask for food and a bed for tonight . I'm so hungry ! And tomorrow , someone will show me the way back home . "
surprisingly , he found the gates to the castle open , as if inviting him in . The lost farmer left his horse by the water and grass before heading to the front door and once again found himself overtaken by surprise . The front door was left slightly ajar .
the man felt confused , beyond belief , but he was too exhausted to get suspicious at anything . He shrugged and started shouting " Is anybody there ? "
No answer came , prompting him to try his luck once more .
" Hello ! " he called , slowly making his way inside the entrance hall , turning his head to the left and right , waiting for someone to emerge . No one did .
Still , he didn't feel comfortable with the idea of barging inside without asking for permission and so , he apologized in advance .
" I'm sorry , I just need to shelter myself from the rain .. "
His voice trailed off as he made his way through the stairs and up to where his instincts let him .
He soon found himself in a dark room , the fire there providing just enough light and warmth for him . He also found a meal ready to be eaten which quite frankly , spooked him . He could handle a door left wide open but that .. that was just too strange !
Nonetheless , the framer was starving . so he started eating shortly after shouting again , truly confused so as how his luck must have been that good .
Once he was finished , his eyes wandered to the unbelievably comfortable looking bed , covered with thick blankets , ready to be used .
He once again felt unsettled but really too tired to justify any of it , so he succumbed to his body's need to sleep .
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The next day , when the farmer woke up , the sun had sent its rays to shine upon his face , making him smile in gratitude .
He yawned , rubbing his eyes , only to open them to a neat breakfast - jam , toast and some juice -. Less hesitant about the whole thing , he dived in . The food looked too tempting to be wasted . And he was not one to waste food .
After he had finished eating , feeling suspicious for the second time , he looked around and found a jug of hot water , a soap and a towel . Few awkward moments passed by as he lowered his head and tugged at his clothes , inspecting them , cringing when he took a sniff .
Well , I do need a shower after all . But who did all of this ? the man inwardly questioned in an absentminded manner as he began cleaning himself .
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All the way till the barn , which was across the garden , the farmer could do nothing but wonder who could have done all of that . It couldn't have been some sort of magic . the owners of the castle must have some way of doing that without showing a single evidence of them being there at all .
He then concluded he would just return the favor ( if someone happened to be traveling across the place he lived , he would give them shelter too ) .
Stopping to take a long glance at the garden , the farmer could have dropped his jaw in awe . The garden was so lovely , filled with vibrant greenery and flowers of every color in the universe ! So breathtaking !
He suddenly remembered his son's wish , the rose .
At that moment , he saw something in the middle of the flower bed .
" Just look at that rose ! I have never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life ! "
The farmer could do nothing but express his marvel at the beauty of that particular rose . It was a pink one , but inside it was a golden light . it was also so bright he nearly believed in magic !
" It is a perfect present for beauty ! "
Exclaiming in sheer delight , he put his hand forward to pick the rose , never knowing that such act would completely change his life , for the worse .
" LEAVE IT ALONE ! "
A terrible , thundering voice , shouted at him , causing the old man to gasp and widen his eyes , freezing in place .
" Who do you think you are ? I gave you EVERYTHING a poor traveler needs but now you want to steal my rose ?! "
What a noise ! The poor farmer turned around , and he saw it ..
It was on two legs , like any normal human . well , it was normal yet not exactly so .
It was a guy , a very handsome one at that .
A prince !
He had shoulder length brown hair that covered half of his face until the cold breeze swirled it away , revealing his eyes , swirling pools of crimson marred with a hint of amber , like a wolf , so fierce , so intense . so deep that you could lose yourself in them .
The face was cold , angry and fierce , and the voice - oh , the voice ! Words of a human , sound of a devil .
The farmer was terrified , to the point that his voice and entire being got shaken up by the sudden encounter .
" I'm very sorry , I didn't mean to upset you , I just .. And you are right , you have done everything to help me and make me feel welcomed in your home . " he stuttered , stumbling over the words , not knowing whether he should be apologizing or justifying his actions or running for his life .
" So , in return you steal ! " The said beast almost growled in response , inching closer to the man in a predatory manner , and the flicker in his eyes did not help .
" I .. I'm so s .sorry , but the rose wasn't for me , it was for my someone very special , someone with a heart of gold ! " The farmer spoke up in a rush of words , mind not quite functioning properly as he wheeled the 'conversation' in a doomed path from which he could never return .
" And who is that ?! " the brunette prince , the beast in human form , paused for a moment before asking , none-too-gently .
the old man gulped , still shaking as he answered back almost instantly " My son , Beauty . "
Now the beast-like prince was calmer but still intimidating and when he spoke , the farmer found he was still petrified .
In a calm tone one could never expect to hear from someone as ferocious as that , the prince asked , feeling his curiosity reach its peak at the farmer's words " Why do you call him Beauty ? "
Blinking in response , the man felt his heart stop beating for a second . Was the beast planning to forgive him / Was he willing to ? He was , right ? Why else would he take a 360 degree turn and speak to him like that ?
Deciding it was best to stay honest , seeing as how it seemed to mend everything , the old man made the grave mistake of responding back " Because he is the most beautiful boy in the whole world ! " he paused , judging the prince's reaction , before hastily adding " And his heart is as lovely as his face . please , I beg of you . forgive me and let me go back to him . "
The brunette young man had a poker face before he voiced his evil thoughts .
" If he is really such a good son , let's see what he would do to get his father back . "
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