Whenever I watch Beauty and The Beast I can't help but relate it to Damon/Elena. This idea came to me awhile ago ever since I re-watched the film in 3D and watched a fanvideo comparing both Damon/Elena with Belle/Beast. This is one of the longest prologues I've ever written but I couldn't shorten it in anyway and I couldn't help but keep writing more and more. I know I'm writing alot of stories at one time now but I promise from now on I will be quicker with updating and so on. I hope you enjoy this. Thanks for taking the time to come and read.
Mystic Falls appeared to be like any other small town in Virginia. Nothing seemed different, strange or peculiar. Everything was normal just the way the civillians liked it. The town's people believed in only what they could see with their own eyes, the idea of magic and monsters were only told in books for children and nothing more. Even if you read books and believed in such things you would be sent to the local Asylum and everyone would just immediatly assume you belonged there. Monsters and magics was imaginery and totally absurd. Yet for people who was totally against the idea of magic and monsters, it lived right under their noses...
In the year of 1864, a man lived in the biggest mansion that was in Mystic Falls. No one had a grander or larger mansion than he did, not even Mayor Lockwood. Everyone looked up to the man who lived at Salvatore Manor, they all respected him and his choices. He worked with the Mayor on a daily basis about what should happen with the Town and how to deal with certain criminals and so on. Many of the young girls considered him to be the 'Prince' of Mystic Falls and would give anything to marry him, to have his love. No matter how much they wanted his love and devotion it seemed as though Damon Salvatore was incapable of love.
The townspeople loved Damon Salvatore, he was confident, handsome, charming, witty and highly intelligent. He was extremly rich and held great power over the town. Basically, Damon Salvatore was everything everyone wanted to be or have. He was the local inspiration for lack of better word. Even though the majority of the town loved him there was those who despised him but kept it to themselves so they wouldn't get harmed or punished. The minority had reasons to hate Damon Salvatore because really he was selfish, conceited and hated those who didn't live up to his standards of beauty. Damon Salvatore believed that if you had no beauty, you did not deserve to talk him or even live in his precious town of Mystic Falls. He had everything he always wanted yet still it was not enough, nothing could be enough for him.
One night when the town was suffering one of it's most terrible storms of the year. The 'Prince' recieved a knock on the door from outside which seemed to quiet compared to the thunder and rain that pounded restlessly on the Salvatore Manor's rooftop. Groaning to himself Damon ordered his Butler Stefan to answer the door and to see who would be knocking at his door at this time of night. Stefan obeyed and wen to answer the door without saying a word.
Five minutes later, Stefan returned to the parlour where his Master was currently drinking through the liquor supply. Stefan informed Damon that an old beggar was at the door who insisted he talked to her and that she wouldn't leave until Damon had spoke to her. Slamming his glass of bourbon onto the luxurios mahogany table he went to answer the door, complaining of how he had to keep up appearences in a town of people who were nothing other than stupid and weak. All of them cared for their pathetic humanity far too much for his liking.
Damon came to the door and didn't hide his disgust at the woman before him. She wore a black travelling cloak and wore the hood up over her face casting dark shadows over her cheekbones and eyes. In her hand was an old worn tree branch that she used as a walking stick. The woman had long greasy black hair that was hideously overgrown and flowed past her waist. She lifted her hands up and grasped the hem of the hood before pulling the velvet material down. Her faces was covered with moles, warts and wrinkles making Damon wrinkle his nose in hatred. Damon Salvatore had never seen someone was so hideous in real life, the girl before him held no beauty and was not even the slightest appealing. His hand gripped the edge of the door with every intention of slamming the door in her face.
"Sir." The ugly woman whispered to him as she used her walking stick to help her bend into a curtsey. "May I have shelter, please? I have travelled so far and have no shelter from the storm. Your Manor is all I could see through the woods."
Damon rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath. He had no time for this nonsense. His hand tightened around the door and moved it slowly to shut it without saying a word but the beggar placed her hands out in front of her in protest. Shaking from the cold, she put her hand into her cloak and revealed a rose, the reddest rose that Damon had ever seen in his life. The rose was the darkest shade of red that only paint could ever produce not nature and the the stem was a rich green, it was beautiful. The rose was illuminated with the most beautiful glow clearly stating the magic properties that the rose so obviously possessed. Damon hadn't seen nothing like it in his life which was exactly why he didn't trust it.
"Please, Sir. I will give you this rose for one night's shelter. My name is Bonnie Bennett, I have no family or friends in this town. Please." Miss Bennet continued to beg.
She was telling the truth about her family because Damon had never heard of Bennett's in Mystic Falls which only made him distrust the woman stood in front of him even more. He glanced down at the rose before returning the beggar's gaze and he couldn't help but laugh. The idea that she wanted to come into his home was preposterous and idiotic. No way would such an ugly creature sleeping his household.
"No. I don't want a stupid rose. You are not coming into my home so you can fill it with your dirty essence. The idea of having you in my home makes me feel sick!" Damon chuckled darlky before slamming the door shut on the old beggar, a proud smile on his face.
Highly amused with himself, Damon walked back into the parlour and saw Katherine and Caroline, his maids cleaning up around the house for the night without even saying 'Thank you' or acknowledging their existance he retreated to his bedroom for the night.
Damon lay in his bed that night for hours but sleep did not come for him. He lay there only hearing the owls hoot, the howl of the wind, the anger of the thunder and the heavy rain that seemed to be destroying his roof. He could hear all his Staff going to thier rooms in the Manor for the night, all of them groaning and moaning in disapproval of having a job with Damon Salvatore but this only made him laugh more. He knew they could not quit or retire from their work because it would only mean they would no longer have homes or work. If Damon Salvatore gave you a bad name you would have it for the rest of your life and possibly even after death.
"People are so weak these days." He muttered to himself.
Suddenly Damon's bedroom windows rattled and floorboards creaked around him. Rolling his eyes, he turned to face the ceiling, it was obvious sleep would not find him tonight. The large window opposite Damon's bed opened which he assumed was from the wind. Sighing to himself, he made a note to ask Matt to fix the window tomorrow. Damon tossed the blankets from his body and made his way over to the window. He grasped the latch and turned it but still the window wouldn't close.
"Damon Salvatore." A pretty female voice whispered from behind him.
Damon turned around to see what girl could posses such a voice and why she was in his bedroom. Damon's mouth hung open in shock as tjhe the old beggar from earlier near his bed. Her body was no longer hunched and her hand no longer had the walking stick. Bonnie Bennett stood straight and tall in front of him. Her fingers, for the second time that evening, grasped the hood of her cloak and she pulled it down revealing her face in the candelight that Damon couldn't remember lighting. Ms Bennet smirked at his expression, her finger tracing over a flame that stood next to her.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Damon hissed at her closing his mouth as he remembered the sight from her earlier.
Ms Bennet stepped towards him, the travelling cloak flowing behind her creating a pool of black velvet on his floorboards. More candles and flame continued to appear around the room and her finger would trail over each and every one. Her eyes met with Damon's and with another twisted smirk she undid the knot to her cloak and let it fall to the floor. She pointed to his heart, her finger was no longer crooked like it had been earlier but it still possessed the warts and boils but as Damon eyed her finger closely he could see each one slowly disappearing.
"You would not give me shelter tonight because I lacked beauty. Mr Salvatore you should not be decieved by beauty because true beauty can only be found within. You maybe handsome, Mr Salvatore but you lack emotion, the power to feel and empathise. You do not love, show kindness or generosity unless people are beautiful by your standards. Everyone is beautiful, Mr Salvatore inside and out. Soon you wil learn." She whispered, her brown eyes holding his gaze like he was under some sort of spell.
Damon took in everything that the woman was saying and dared not to speak beause he was too enchanted by what was happening before him. The woman was slowly growing even more taller to average height and younger within seconds, her hair began to grow shorter and stopped just passed her shoulders. Curls formed in her hair and hung around her heart-shaped face in curls. Every pimple was being washed away as if by magic and soon Bonnie Bennett was one of the most beautiful women that Damon Salvatore had ever seen in his life. He wanted to go back in time and invite her into his home but it was too late. He hated himself for not offering shelter to Bonnie Bennet, a beautiful enchantress.
"I am so sorry, Miss. I apologise for my actions but please let me make it up to you. Stay here tonight. Stay for as long as you want." He begged her, his hands clasped together almost in a silent prayer that she would take mercy on his soul.
"No. You will never learn Damon. Never. To learn you must feel what it's like to be the one on the other side of the door, the one begging for shelter." Bonnie pulled out the rose for the second time that evening but now the petals had turned black yet it still remained beautiful and glowing. "This rose will last for a hundred and fifty years...possibly less. You have until the last petal falls to find love. You must fall in love and the girl must love you in return or..." Bonnie trailed off and her hands waved around in front of her as she chanted words in a dead language.
Bonnie chanted louder and louder, glaring down at Damon her eyes buring with power and anger. Damon shrieked out in pain but Bonnie kept on chanting, kept causing him more pain with each word that left her mouth. Damon dropped to his knees on the floor as he rolled around in agony yet no matter how much he begged her to stop, she didn't. The house shook violently but Damon knew that was also due to Bonnie's chanting. The painful torture carried on around the house for more minutes that only seemed like hours. Bonnie's eyes closed as she came to the end of her chant. Her mouth closed and her eyes opened sharply causing Damon to scurry back against the wall still in pain from her enchantment. His eyes now closing from the deep pain that churned in his body.
"You will remain like this forever if you cannot find a girl. Find a girl who loves you in return or stay like this forever, Mr Salvatore."
Damon Salvatore opened his eyes and Bonnie Bennett was gone. She had vanished into thin air and he laughed at himself as the pain died away, thinking he may have had too much to drink but that was not the case because as he made his way back to his bed, Damon glanced briefly at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes widened in horror as he breathed in his new appearance. Damon's eyes were blood red and the viens on his face pulsed wildy, sticking out under his eyes. He moaned in pain whilst something begun to grow in his mouth and jaw. He opened his mouth and unwillingly took a closer step to the mirror, his teeth were now sharp and two overgrown fangs hanging from his upper set of teeth. Damon closed his eyes and opened them again praying that the mirror was lying to him, that it was a trick of the light. Damon opened his eyes but the reflection was still there, the witch had actually turned him into a monster!
Damon vowed that he would never leave his home again. No one would ever see him like this. He dropped to the floor in shame and realised that everything in his home had changed, everything had become darker and monsterous looking. He placed his head in his hands and tried to block out the new sensation of hunger that was taking over him. He needed to drink something he was sure of it, his mouth watered for it. He needed something to satisty his hunger but he knew from the back of his mind that it was something dark, something horrible. Blood. He needed blood. Warm, fresh blood straight from the viens.
Slowly Damon found the strength to move and his hands grasped the sides of the mirror getting ready to smash it to a million pieces. He didn't want to see his face like his, he didn't look like this. He was handsome and now his face held only monsterous features. Just as he lifted the mirror a green light shone from the centre almost blinding him. Damon let go of the mirror and stepped backwards onto the bed trying to hide from the light that seemed to find him no matter where he seemed to hide. The light disappeared and face begun to form inside the mirror, the face of Bonnie Bennett. She smiled sadly at him and for a moment Damon wondered if she had come to take the curse away from him.
"This mirror will let you look onto the outside world. Say what you want to see and you will see it but that is all it will do. Everything and everyone has changed in this house because of your actions, Mr Salvatore. All you have to do to change it back is to love someone who sees beauty within you." With her last words Bonnie was gone and Damon doubted that she would ever return to him.
Damon leaned back onto the bed, his arms outstretched behind his head as the craving within him grew stronger. He needed blood but how could he get it? How? He didn't know, had he really become something from a pathetic novel? Had he truly become a vampire? He knew the answer but still the truth hadn't really sunk into his body yet. It all had to be a lie. He would wake up in the parlour and everything would be a nightmare that he conjoured but still he doubted that. There was no hiding from it he had become a monster, a beast that shouldn't be living. He traced his tongue over his fangs and wondered how a girl could ever love someone who looked like the devil?
Years passed and still Damon Salvatore had not left his house. The rumour had spread that he had left town along with his staff and did not plan on returning. Damon was slightly disappointed that a better rumour had been intiated about his disappearence. He had not left his home and only ever saw daylight. Winter, Summer, Spring and Autumn had all melted into one as he didn't care to celebrate the start of a new season. He would feed on the blood that Stefan and Matt would get from the local hospital at night as the curse didn't allow them to walk in the day. Every one of his staff needed blood which only sent his depression into a darker state.
More years passed on and still no girl had walked into Damon Salvatore's life. No one had entered his Manor in years and no one went into the forest that surrounded it. Nothing was to be seen or heard from miles around and no news from the town ever came back to Damon. It was like the little town of Mystic Falls had died away and had become nothing but a bittersweet memory of his human life.
The witch's words were implanted on his brain as he begun to lose hope and started to believe that he would stay this way forever. All he had to was love another and earn her love in return. It shouldn't be that hard but it was just the matter of finding the right girl. If he found the right girl before the last petal falls, the spell would be broken. If not he would be forced to remain a vampire for the rest of eternity.
Time drew on and Damon fell into further despair as did his staff. Soon all of them came to accept that they would stay this way forever. They all continued their work at day and stole the blood that they needed at night. The same boring routine everyday for the rest of eternity seemed boring but neither of them had wanted to say something to their Master. Normalcy was the only thing left he had of his humanity. They were his workers and they would forever have to obey by his rules.
Damon knew that everyone who worked for him was suffering too and were falling under the same wave of depression he was. Damon shrugged it off though and would say they would have to get used to it because they would never find someone who would love him. They would never find a girl to love him.
After all who could learn to love a Beast?
Okay so what did you think? The last line is from the Disney movie but I just couldn't resist putting it into this story. I really really hoped you enjoyed this prologue because I really love writing this story. Please review and my Twitter is FlyingFireworks for those of you who want to follow me. I would love to see you guys there. To those who read my other stories they will be updated soon I promise.. I will focus on I Will Wait Forever and You're My Humanity because they are the last ones to be updated. Thanks for reading xo Love MidnightGirl467 xXx