*Burning Roses. *
*A Beauty and The Beast story. *
Rating: Pg-13Pairings: None yet.
Genre: Romance, Humor, and Drama. And action (I think).
Disclaimer: Please for the love of God, keep the first chapter's disclaimer in your mind as you read.
Summary: Oh, I just love making people laugh. Anyways. Anyways. There's a lot of anyways in here. Just a warning.
Eh…I don't eat paper. Gives your tongue paper cuts. Nasty things. But chocolate. ::Rubs hands together.:: You're spoiling me. T ell your Mom I send my sincerest apologies. It couldn't be helped.
Make a frigging wish! Chapter Title.
So, Serena was star gazing, and, gazing at Beast ( what a fun activity) before he went off into the woods. Hours after ward, she makes a wish. A sweet widdle wish at that.
And, then, We find out there's a Vampire hanging around. Lovely.
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Chapter Ten.
Stargazing is something many great scholars have done in the past. Take Galileo for instance, he was an astronomer and Italian physicist, you know, the one who dropped two different objects off the leaning tower of Pisa way back when, and, he also came up with the Copernican theory. Of course everyone called his theories and hypothesis heresy, including the Rome Inquisition. He was a stargazer.
That has nothing to do with this story. It was just an example. Because, that was what Serena was doing at the moment.
Anyways.
Serena was supposed to be tired after the day she had. Unfortunately, she found it quite hard to just fall asleep again after her little spy game with Beast as her pawn.
It had nothing to do with the vision of power the Beast had provided her with hours ago. Yes, my dear reader, hours. She had never seen any male (even if he was a beast) so well built. It had thrown her hormones into a tizzy, but don't tell her that unless you fancy getting your spleen served to you on a silver platter with a sprig of parsley as decoration.
At court, the other males had been powder puffs (and I'm not talking about the Power Puff Girls either). Literally, what with their powdered wigs and spoofed up threads. It was all rather exhausting, really. And none of them had any strength what so ever.
There was something to be said for a man who was physically fit. It meant that he could very well protect his chosen mate. But, on the other side of the shilling, with this strength, there also came the ability to harm her.
She was speaking from experience, a rather painful one at that.
Abruptly, a shooting star of an odd hue sped across the velvet sky and cut her from her thoughts. She blinked, coming back to herself roughly at the speed of light.
Make a wish…
…But what should she wish for? She could go off and be unoriginal and wish for true love. But, as stated before, that was unoriginal and selfish. Despite all outer appearances, she was not selfish.
She could wish for beauty, but she knew it wasn't worth it anyway. If you were beautiful, people's expectations of you changed drastically and became far to heavy to carry on her shoulders. Things were complicated.
She could wish for wealth, but she had had that, and she didn't want it back.
So, what was there to wish for?
Her thoughts pin-wheeled and then settled on Beast. By matter of deduction she had figured he had been cursed by something or other and had been changed into what he was. She did remember what he had told her about himself down in the rose garden. It was interesting, she'd admit, their exchange of past secrets and not so secrets.
Probably, the reason she told him anything in the first place was because she had felt obligated to tell him something of herself to break even with him.
She just had to go and tell him her darkest secret didn't she? Well, not all of it, just a fragment.
He probably missed being human. Serena was a kind girl. Really. That's why she was going to wish for his humanity. Turning her face back to the sky she made a wish, closing her eyes as she did so. Hopefully, for his sake, her wish would come true. And if it didn't… well, then she'd just have to come back out tomorrow night and wish again.
The hunt hadn't gone well. It seemed his frustration and stress was once again getting in his way. Damn. He hated when that happened. Oh well, he had caught a rabbit. That small morsel would sustain him till tomorrow at least. He'd already had a large meal yesterday, just before he had stumbled upon Kenneth, and, like most predators, he could go with out food for several days before he needed to feed again.
Pause. Ye gods, he sounded like a fraggin vampire. Nasty creatures. Really. Well, there were a few exceptions. But, the whole demon race in general was a bloody pain in the neck. Ha, literally. There was a triple innuendo to that. Oh, was he good.
He was trying to avoid a certain other vampire. That man annoyed the hell out of him. Hmmm.
Two reasonably luscious females in his castle with a vampire not far off.
Not good.
Now he was going to get roped into protecting both of them. Well, he could just tweak the castles magic a bit to oust any vampires, but.. this particular vamp was very…. Persuasive with magical fields.
Garlic did nothing. He knew. He'd tried.
Crosses only worked if they touched the vamp.
Holy water… yeah, Right.
Sun wouldn't be up for another 9 hours.
Joy.
What to do… well, He figured Relena was safe enough. No vamp in their rights minds would try to feed from her. Though, this particular vamp was in a questionable state of mind himself. Ahem.
So that left guarding Serena.
Again. Joy.
How was it that all those astronomers were able to stand staring up so long? Her neck hurt. It was cramping. Given, they did have telescopes. Still, it hurt.
Sighing, she slowly turned her head to the side and felt the vertebrae pop. "My, but that felt lovely." Now that the cramps were more tolerable and quickly fading, she turned away from the sky and slid back into her room. She paused just inside the glass doors, then, on an impulse turned and shut them then slid the lock into place. That done she pulled the heavy velvet curtains shut.
She had no idea why she was so paranoid all of a sudden. But, Serena was no idiot. When it came to instincts, she followed them faithfully. One tended to last longer in the game that way. She knew. Experience again.
Paranoia still in the position of her best friend she padded over to the wardrobe and pulled open the door.
Silence.
" Whoa."
Assailing her vision, where jewel shades of silk and velvet and lace and…you get the picture. She had never seen such an arrangement of dresses and such in her life. But, there were no night shifts. She needed a night shift. Scratching her head, she peered into the wardrobe looking for a shift.
"..Um..I need a night shift..please." She closed the door, waited, then opened it again.
Seconds later there was a frustrated growl, "Damn. It worked in the books." Sighing, she closed the door again and started to turn, then stopped. She eyed the door a moment then reached out and pulled it open.
"Oh yeah, now you have an abundance of night wear. Stupid magic wardrobe." Grumbling, she yanked a dark blue shift from it's hanger and shut the door. Then stomping behind a partition, she fixed the wardrobe with a wounded glare and stepped behind the partition that had a lovely array of flowers on its sides.
Lets admire this lovely object while Serena changes shall we? It's a lot safer in the long run. Ooh. Ahhh. And all that.
A minute later, she padded over to her vanity and slumped into her chair with a grunt. She glared at her reflection a moment, examining her features.
Pert nose, stubborn chin that had the tendency to lift into the air when she got mad, big blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and shine with … silver flecks. Hmm. They were new. Blonde hair that, when unbound from the tight bun she kept it, in fell to the floor. Her hair was her pride. She sighed, reaching out to trace her mirror cheek. Pale skin any other woman would kill for.
All in all her face held to much character to be anything but cute perhaps. She muttered at the irony of it all, and pulled her hair loose.
The gold sunshine spilled to the floor in waves.
Then promptly got tangled. With a lively curse to the powers that be, she grabbed the brush and declared war. She pulled her hair over her shoulder into her lap and started to brush with a vengeance. When that got done she plaited it into one long braid, tied it off then got up and hobbled to her bed, entirely exhausted from her efforts. It was past midnight for Pete's sake.
Who was Pete anyway?
She was asleep right when her head hit the pillow. Perfect timing.
All was quiet. Aside from Serena's light breathing. But, still, all was quiet. Perfectly silent. Perfectly still. Nothing moved….Ahem, I said 'Nothing moved'. Hell-O!
Across the room from Serena's bed, something, finally, moved with a small squeak because a certain author had poked him, but that was immaterial.
Anyways.
Said something scurried to another side of the room, all the while keeping one eye on the bed's occupant for any signs of danger.
Now, I know what you thinking. This is the Vamp right? The literal pain in the neck. The man attached to two sharp fangs and a big thirst for blood.
Nah. This something couldn't do much damage to an already dead flea. Well, no too much damage anyways. Again, that's beside the point. What I'm getting at is that this something was not exactly an unknown factor in any case.
I mean, hey it was just a mouse.
Yeah, I know. A mouse? Was that what all the fuss was about? I do believe I'm drawing this out. Nasty habit, that.
Well, what I was trying to get at was that this little mouse was running. Ah, you didn't see that now did you? If you did, here's a clap on the back. Good for you.
Yes, reader, that was sarcasm.
So. This mouse, a gray, bug eyed little mouse, again immaterial, was scampering away from a certain other something. This is where Mr. Neck sucker comes in. Now, class, pay attention. And no spit balls, please. I mean it. ( Also, wear turtle-necks. Just in case.)
But, then again, this is another chapter entirely.
End Chapter.
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I know some of you would like to know the joke I mentioned earlier in this fic. But, I was also thinking that since the joke is rather crude and typing it on a PG-13 rated fic would be kinda improper. So, I believe it would be better if those of you that would like to know said joke should email me at hexsilverquick@yahoo.com, I'll get back to you faster then if you tried the other one. Okay?
So, serious matter aside, let's get down to the fun stuff. Great…..Now I don't know what to say. Grrrr. Sorry I left ya'll hanging. Just felt I had to.
Advice: If life gives you lemons, squeeze the juice into a water gun and shoot people in the eyes. I wouldn't recommend this if the guy and/or person your aiming at is bigger then you. But if you do, start running when they are trying to get the juice from their eyes. Then, when you're a safe distance away, you can point at them and laugh heartily at their expense. And Run. Again.
Loads of Fun.