*Burning Roses.*
*A Beauty and The Beast story.*
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings: None yet. Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama. And action (I think). Disclaimer: Please, for the love of God, read the first chapter's disclaimer and keep it in your mind. Summary: After Relena gets all fainty, Serena goes with Mr. Tall, dark and hairy to get some food. And three things scare the crap out of Serena. Oh sure, she can take a beast, but anything else is just too much for her.Wimp. Gods, this is the insanity that I write, I should hope I could do better. O.O? Oh, oops. Get to the story you ..people. Things, yeah, no more coffee for me then. ::clears throat and sips from her tea, crazy, hyper smile in place.:: I'll just keep to mocha. Ack, go. READ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Four.
Serena was, in all honesty, making a pig of herself. But, who could blame her? She'd just gone for so long with out food! So lay off. I'm sure she wouldn't like you judging her so quickly. Hell, I wouldn't want you judging her so quickly. Or me for that matter. Any way, She shoveled it in faster then the serving hands, which were creepy because they were attached to uh.. ..nothing, could serve. She was quiet, the highest tribute to a meal well cooked, aside from the sounds of her swallowing or gulping the water. Serena didn't do wine. At least not after. She cut into that thought by using a bite of Filet Minion, I spelt that wrong didn't I?, that was so tender she could cut it with a fork. And the vegetables, oh what delicacies they were. She had not eaten this well sicne she had lived the high life. And the fruits, oh, the fruit selection. Heavenly. I don't know about you, reader, but I am starting to get hungry.Mmm, fruit.
Beast watched with a tilted head, stark, but morbid, fascination in his eyes. He had never met anyone who could pack away as much food as he did. Of course, he preferred raw meat, still warm, and strait from the kill.
Okay, I just killed whatever appetite I had. Oh gross.
..To the roasted cuts and steamed vegetables she devoured with a passion. All that lay before him was a goblet of fine wine. Aged to perfection. He would go out hunting later. Hopefully, he wouldn't find any stray brown nosing cowardly men just after a meal. It was dreadfully embarrassing to have to face company with one's face stained by blood. Half the reason, he supposed the man had wet himself. No one wanted to go for a nice stroll and have a gory faced creature staring down at him or her. With blood dripping from their jaws. Whatever. It was the man's fault anyway. He had 'No trespassing' signs posted. Though it had been a few years since he had checked on them to see if they were still standing. Goody, another thing added to the list of things to do. That and terrorize the local surfs to keep their curiosity at bay. He had no need for a lot of green broke twits coming along to "check the creepy castle out" . They were dreadfully annoying. Like bugs. He hated bugs.
"Pass the salt, please."
He jumped slightly, thoughts derailed to . they didn't have trains yet. um, well, then his thoughts went bye bye. Lame, I know. Looking down the table to the girl, he realized he wasn't the one directing the question to. One of the hands served her the salt and pepper. She smiled at it and thanked it, polite and cheerful. She was really at odds with his dark mood. He decided to remedy that.
" So, how are you enjoying my humble abode My Lady?" He leaned back in his high backed chair in a pose that clearly said "Listen up Maggot, I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer them. For you are crunchy and taste good with a little srig of parsley for decoration." The blonde looked up, eyed wide as a deer caught in the torch light. A few stray noodles hung from her fork half way to her open mouth. "Pardon?" She asked, then glanced down at the noodles in longing. " Are you enjoying yourself here?" And he flashed her a toothy smile. Allowing his fangs to glint in the candle light. The blue of her eyes sparkled with mirth. Setting down her fork, she lifted her napkin to her face and daintily dabbed her lips. He had to admire how she managed to remain clean after the attack she had waged on the feast. She'd won.
Serena had caught the meaning behind his smile. Nice trick, Beasty boy, lovely trick, she thought. Wasn't working though. Serena loved drama novels. She was a master at doing things with a flare. Given half the chance she was more dramatic the Relena was. And that was saying something. So, she did what she was good at, and with a mocking gesture, leaned back in her chair. Instead of stopping there though, she took it further, and folded her hands behind her head and lazed in her seat, giving him a half smirk. "Oh yes, I find it quite. unusual and entertaining." Her tone was colored by mock sincerity. She smiled sweetly. Clearly, she was talking about him. The score so far: Beast: zero. Serena: Four. He gritted his razor sharp teeth, the envy of any predator, not liking that she had taken that and shot it right back. Since the ball was now in his court, not that he knew about things like that, he decided to shoot right back. " Yes; I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the surprises this castle has to offer." Into his wine he mumbled a "trust me; when it changed it surprised the holy shit out of me." Serena smiled again, not as predatory as his, but, he supposed for a human it would have passed for feral. "I look forward to it." Ball was in her court. She figured to make the best of it.
If the fact that she was able to give as good as she got was surprising, imagine his shock to find her standing from her plush seat and waltzing up to him to hold her hand out. " Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Serena Muun. My friends call me Ren or Sere. At least they would if I had any friends. And Darien wasn't scary beyond all logical reason." She waited patiently for him to grip her hand in formal greeting.
Beast eyed the proffered hand as one would eye a detestable object with barely veiled disbelief, not entirely used to having someone greet themselves with something other then a scream of holy terror. This was new.
Very new. When was the last time someone had ever greeted him with a smile? That other girl had fainted dead away. Nice legs though. This one hadn't so much as blinked, actually, she had, but it had not been out of fear or surprise or anything remotely resembling any negative response. It had been the normal wetting of eyes. It was normally expected for a blink, then a blood curdling scream in short order. He was backed in a corner. There where three reasons why. One: if he were to take her hand, his own paw would crush hers. Two: She might get freaked out when he touched her, if her touched her. Three: He hated touching people. He didn't want to tell her his name, either. His real name. What? Did you really believe he was named Beast? You didn't? Oh. Well, fine. I can never keep things mysterious now can I? How sad.
It was considered rude to just leave her hanging like he was doing now. For one, he was staring at her hand as though he expected it to sprout a sixth finger. Well, that would have been interesting.but that was off the subject. She hated being stared at. Even if was one of her appendages that was the target. Clearing her throat, she gave her hand a shake to remind him that yes, she was still there, and no, she did not like to watch him watch her hand. Suddenly tired of just holding her hand up, Serena reached down to grab his hand and gave it a good hard shake, then dropped it turned on her heel and marched back to her seat and sat with a plop. She dug into her food with a vengeance, not looking at him. Needless to say, Beast had been reduced to a mass of shock and bemused surprise and not just a little self disgust. "Yeno what, you mean person, I think your rude." She sniffed, and chucked a chicken bone at him. It landed with a well placed, and satisfying thunk (in her opinion) right between his eyes. Getting up once again, Serena flounced from the dining hall, without a backward glance. She wasn't hungry anymore.
No, dear reader, suffice to say, Serena Rose Muun was one very ticked off little woman.
That jerk, he probably thinks I'm too ugly to be in his good graces. Bloody moron. No, he's a..a very bad thing.Oh, that hurt. God, Serena, you need to update your mean words vocabulary. Argh. She paused mid step to look around herself. And promptly plopped to her bum on the plush carpet, crossing her arms with a scowl. "Oh, bother. Stupid Serena, I didn't even ask for directions. And there is no way in the nine hells am I going back to Relena's room." Of it's own traitorous accord, her body gave a fearful shudder. No no no no no no. Nu uh. Pink. She swallowed again. "Hello, miss, looking for something on the wall that I don't see?" A cheerful voice quieried. She blinked, her glare at the afore mentioned wall wilting under the sudden shock. By reflex, Serena jumped to her feet and stomped the owner of the voice. Twice for good measure. And, partly because she felt like stomping the ever loving stuffing from the poor scape goat victim under her boot. Then, realizing that it wasn't Darien that she had stomped on, Serena went all wide eyed and backed up a foot or two to stare down at the person she had stepped upon with great force. Twice. It was a boy, that much was sure. But beyond her boot prints she could see nothing of his features. She had worn her 'men's clothes' for the trip here. Boots were handy when traveling. And stepping on poor nosey, but otherwise innocent people. Oh, she felt so bad. Then, she realized that the person she had stepped on wasn't human. At least, no human she had met had ever been that. tiny. Oh my. Wings. Serena gave a short, strangled peel of laughter, then dropped in a faint. Dramatic, yes? ~~~~~~ Three figures stood over the fainted maiden. Well, as much as Fairy's can stand over some one. Actually, they were hovering over her. Wings were useful for hovering. One of them flitted down to poke the girl with a stick. "Whaddya think's wrong with her." This one had a distinguishable braid almost as long as he was short. The one with the boot marks on him, turned red. "I.well.um..she." "Stop stuttering and tell us what you did to the woman." Another, the last one, demanded. Boot Mark's mouth clamped shut on his words with a snap. He was red with indignant anger. "I didn't do anything! I just asked her what she was looking at on the wall." The tree figures looked at the wall in unison then back to the girl. "I didn't see anything." Braid quipped. The other two fell from their places in the air and landed on the girls belly with a thump. She woke with a start. "Oh horse manure." Braid muttered. He watched nervously as she watched him nervously, as his two companions tumbled to the floor in a compromising position between her legs. He swallowed when she noticed.
STOMP! STOMP! "Oh. Sorry. Reflex." "." ".Owie." "Oh, I like you." "Really?" "No."
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Rating: Pg-13
Pairings: None yet. Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama. And action (I think). Disclaimer: Please, for the love of God, read the first chapter's disclaimer and keep it in your mind. Summary: After Relena gets all fainty, Serena goes with Mr. Tall, dark and hairy to get some food. And three things scare the crap out of Serena. Oh sure, she can take a beast, but anything else is just too much for her.Wimp. Gods, this is the insanity that I write, I should hope I could do better. O.O? Oh, oops. Get to the story you ..people. Things, yeah, no more coffee for me then. ::clears throat and sips from her tea, crazy, hyper smile in place.:: I'll just keep to mocha. Ack, go. READ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Four.
Serena was, in all honesty, making a pig of herself. But, who could blame her? She'd just gone for so long with out food! So lay off. I'm sure she wouldn't like you judging her so quickly. Hell, I wouldn't want you judging her so quickly. Or me for that matter. Any way, She shoveled it in faster then the serving hands, which were creepy because they were attached to uh.. ..nothing, could serve. She was quiet, the highest tribute to a meal well cooked, aside from the sounds of her swallowing or gulping the water. Serena didn't do wine. At least not after. She cut into that thought by using a bite of Filet Minion, I spelt that wrong didn't I?, that was so tender she could cut it with a fork. And the vegetables, oh what delicacies they were. She had not eaten this well sicne she had lived the high life. And the fruits, oh, the fruit selection. Heavenly. I don't know about you, reader, but I am starting to get hungry.Mmm, fruit.
Beast watched with a tilted head, stark, but morbid, fascination in his eyes. He had never met anyone who could pack away as much food as he did. Of course, he preferred raw meat, still warm, and strait from the kill.
Okay, I just killed whatever appetite I had. Oh gross.
..To the roasted cuts and steamed vegetables she devoured with a passion. All that lay before him was a goblet of fine wine. Aged to perfection. He would go out hunting later. Hopefully, he wouldn't find any stray brown nosing cowardly men just after a meal. It was dreadfully embarrassing to have to face company with one's face stained by blood. Half the reason, he supposed the man had wet himself. No one wanted to go for a nice stroll and have a gory faced creature staring down at him or her. With blood dripping from their jaws. Whatever. It was the man's fault anyway. He had 'No trespassing' signs posted. Though it had been a few years since he had checked on them to see if they were still standing. Goody, another thing added to the list of things to do. That and terrorize the local surfs to keep their curiosity at bay. He had no need for a lot of green broke twits coming along to "check the creepy castle out" . They were dreadfully annoying. Like bugs. He hated bugs.
"Pass the salt, please."
He jumped slightly, thoughts derailed to . they didn't have trains yet. um, well, then his thoughts went bye bye. Lame, I know. Looking down the table to the girl, he realized he wasn't the one directing the question to. One of the hands served her the salt and pepper. She smiled at it and thanked it, polite and cheerful. She was really at odds with his dark mood. He decided to remedy that.
" So, how are you enjoying my humble abode My Lady?" He leaned back in his high backed chair in a pose that clearly said "Listen up Maggot, I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer them. For you are crunchy and taste good with a little srig of parsley for decoration." The blonde looked up, eyed wide as a deer caught in the torch light. A few stray noodles hung from her fork half way to her open mouth. "Pardon?" She asked, then glanced down at the noodles in longing. " Are you enjoying yourself here?" And he flashed her a toothy smile. Allowing his fangs to glint in the candle light. The blue of her eyes sparkled with mirth. Setting down her fork, she lifted her napkin to her face and daintily dabbed her lips. He had to admire how she managed to remain clean after the attack she had waged on the feast. She'd won.
Serena had caught the meaning behind his smile. Nice trick, Beasty boy, lovely trick, she thought. Wasn't working though. Serena loved drama novels. She was a master at doing things with a flare. Given half the chance she was more dramatic the Relena was. And that was saying something. So, she did what she was good at, and with a mocking gesture, leaned back in her chair. Instead of stopping there though, she took it further, and folded her hands behind her head and lazed in her seat, giving him a half smirk. "Oh yes, I find it quite. unusual and entertaining." Her tone was colored by mock sincerity. She smiled sweetly. Clearly, she was talking about him. The score so far: Beast: zero. Serena: Four. He gritted his razor sharp teeth, the envy of any predator, not liking that she had taken that and shot it right back. Since the ball was now in his court, not that he knew about things like that, he decided to shoot right back. " Yes; I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the surprises this castle has to offer." Into his wine he mumbled a "trust me; when it changed it surprised the holy shit out of me." Serena smiled again, not as predatory as his, but, he supposed for a human it would have passed for feral. "I look forward to it." Ball was in her court. She figured to make the best of it.
If the fact that she was able to give as good as she got was surprising, imagine his shock to find her standing from her plush seat and waltzing up to him to hold her hand out. " Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Serena Muun. My friends call me Ren or Sere. At least they would if I had any friends. And Darien wasn't scary beyond all logical reason." She waited patiently for him to grip her hand in formal greeting.
Beast eyed the proffered hand as one would eye a detestable object with barely veiled disbelief, not entirely used to having someone greet themselves with something other then a scream of holy terror. This was new.
Very new. When was the last time someone had ever greeted him with a smile? That other girl had fainted dead away. Nice legs though. This one hadn't so much as blinked, actually, she had, but it had not been out of fear or surprise or anything remotely resembling any negative response. It had been the normal wetting of eyes. It was normally expected for a blink, then a blood curdling scream in short order. He was backed in a corner. There where three reasons why. One: if he were to take her hand, his own paw would crush hers. Two: She might get freaked out when he touched her, if her touched her. Three: He hated touching people. He didn't want to tell her his name, either. His real name. What? Did you really believe he was named Beast? You didn't? Oh. Well, fine. I can never keep things mysterious now can I? How sad.
It was considered rude to just leave her hanging like he was doing now. For one, he was staring at her hand as though he expected it to sprout a sixth finger. Well, that would have been interesting.but that was off the subject. She hated being stared at. Even if was one of her appendages that was the target. Clearing her throat, she gave her hand a shake to remind him that yes, she was still there, and no, she did not like to watch him watch her hand. Suddenly tired of just holding her hand up, Serena reached down to grab his hand and gave it a good hard shake, then dropped it turned on her heel and marched back to her seat and sat with a plop. She dug into her food with a vengeance, not looking at him. Needless to say, Beast had been reduced to a mass of shock and bemused surprise and not just a little self disgust. "Yeno what, you mean person, I think your rude." She sniffed, and chucked a chicken bone at him. It landed with a well placed, and satisfying thunk (in her opinion) right between his eyes. Getting up once again, Serena flounced from the dining hall, without a backward glance. She wasn't hungry anymore.
No, dear reader, suffice to say, Serena Rose Muun was one very ticked off little woman.
That jerk, he probably thinks I'm too ugly to be in his good graces. Bloody moron. No, he's a..a very bad thing.Oh, that hurt. God, Serena, you need to update your mean words vocabulary. Argh. She paused mid step to look around herself. And promptly plopped to her bum on the plush carpet, crossing her arms with a scowl. "Oh, bother. Stupid Serena, I didn't even ask for directions. And there is no way in the nine hells am I going back to Relena's room." Of it's own traitorous accord, her body gave a fearful shudder. No no no no no no. Nu uh. Pink. She swallowed again. "Hello, miss, looking for something on the wall that I don't see?" A cheerful voice quieried. She blinked, her glare at the afore mentioned wall wilting under the sudden shock. By reflex, Serena jumped to her feet and stomped the owner of the voice. Twice for good measure. And, partly because she felt like stomping the ever loving stuffing from the poor scape goat victim under her boot. Then, realizing that it wasn't Darien that she had stomped on, Serena went all wide eyed and backed up a foot or two to stare down at the person she had stepped upon with great force. Twice. It was a boy, that much was sure. But beyond her boot prints she could see nothing of his features. She had worn her 'men's clothes' for the trip here. Boots were handy when traveling. And stepping on poor nosey, but otherwise innocent people. Oh, she felt so bad. Then, she realized that the person she had stepped on wasn't human. At least, no human she had met had ever been that. tiny. Oh my. Wings. Serena gave a short, strangled peel of laughter, then dropped in a faint. Dramatic, yes? ~~~~~~ Three figures stood over the fainted maiden. Well, as much as Fairy's can stand over some one. Actually, they were hovering over her. Wings were useful for hovering. One of them flitted down to poke the girl with a stick. "Whaddya think's wrong with her." This one had a distinguishable braid almost as long as he was short. The one with the boot marks on him, turned red. "I.well.um..she." "Stop stuttering and tell us what you did to the woman." Another, the last one, demanded. Boot Mark's mouth clamped shut on his words with a snap. He was red with indignant anger. "I didn't do anything! I just asked her what she was looking at on the wall." The tree figures looked at the wall in unison then back to the girl. "I didn't see anything." Braid quipped. The other two fell from their places in the air and landed on the girls belly with a thump. She woke with a start. "Oh horse manure." Braid muttered. He watched nervously as she watched him nervously, as his two companions tumbled to the floor in a compromising position between her legs. He swallowed when she noticed.
STOMP! STOMP! "Oh. Sorry. Reflex." "." ".Owie." "Oh, I like you." "Really?" "No."
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