*Burning Roses. *

*A Beauty and The Beast story. *

Rating: Pg-13

Pairings: 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: ::Squeals:: I surprised you all! Booyah! :: laughs at lame joke because boredom is controlling her mind::

Oh, It's so nice to know someone loves horses as much as I do. We'll talk over tea sometime! Like, oh how fun!

:: runs and gingerly glomps pony, careful not to hurt him.:: I dub thee, errr… gotta think about it.  ::Stares at sixteen wheeler, with a look of pure glee on her face.:: I know my mom's not going to be happy with this.

The vampire is a surprise dude! HA! Guess, I dare ya! Er, chocolate, it make my head go round.

I'm Silver-Chan now. Eh, eat yer heart out whoever wants to….

Anyways, Serena returns to her room, and Quatre's back. The fairies seem to be planning something….Dun dun dun.  Beast has a chat with the vampire, who then goes and finds out what makes Relena just a little bit TERRIFYING!!! AHHHH!! What fun, what fun.

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Chapter Sixteen.

" Let me get this strait, you left her there with him when he was angry? You ran?"

" Actually, technically, I flew." Duo pointed out helpfully, sitting on Serena's bed across from a newly recovered Quatre. He also made little flapping motions with his hands like some demented bird with a braid. Quatre just looked at him.

Duo frowned. Then he broke, " Oh all right I ditched her okay?  Now stop doing that."

The other fairy tilted his head quizzically, " Doing what?"

"That! With the.. the eyes and the head and… just stop." Duo wailed, covering his eyes with his hands trying to black the too cute Quatre from his site. The blonde little fairy was making him feel guilty. He hated feeling guilty.

Quatre sighed and shook his head at his immature friend and fellow fairy. His first impression of Serena had been just that; an impression of her boot, but after, when Duo had pulled the 'lets go mental and watch her bath because I like being suicidal' trick and she had taken pity on him, he had figured she wasn't all that bad.

And now, she was going to be beast chow.

" Duo, you chicken shit wimp!"

Said idiot flopped over from the shock of being insulted by the other fairy. Wow, that was a new one. He looked at Quatre from over the comfy bed covers and from under chestnut bangs darkly.

" And you chose now to grow a fricken back bone and actually degrade someone? Given it wasn't much of a barb. Tch, it was lame and unoriginal.…" Though his voice was muffled Quatre heard him quite well and went pink in the cheeks from the insult.

Duo sat up and straitened his clothing robotically, all the while looking at Quatre in a way that made te other fairy's skin twitch under his left eye.

" I have an idea to patch things up." He said at long last. " No where's Wu-man…?"

Quatre thought he heard the world scream in terror but, no, it was just him. 

" Allah save me…"

Serena stormed. She had always been good at that particular action. Flouncing hadn't been her style. And it wouldn't have been very fair to be expected to do something she wasn't good at thus she was doing what she was good at. Which would be storming. Flouncing was for ninnies who enjoyed gaining attention. Storming was for someone who was entirely too ticked to voice. This was signified by the fists curled at her sides, her short nails hence creating small moon shaped impressions in her palms.

She kept her chin up, determined not to break down. " I will not cry. I will not cry, crying means defeat and I have not lost anything. I will not cry." Thus went the mantra though it was a weak one at that. Tears were water and water went where it pleased. This time it was going down her cheeks in hot streaks and dripping from her chin onto her gown. She would then wipe her nose with her hankie. Waterfall, rinse and repeat.

And now, to top it all off. She was lost. It would take her a few moments to register this. I suggest we plug out ears.

" OH FER CRYING OUT LOUD. I HATE THIS FUCKING CASLTE!!!" Ohh, three exclamation marks. How talented.

She needed to stomp someone.

Eh? What'd she say? Erg, nevermind… I'll just have to take these earplugs from my ears. They are very handy dandy when trying to block out bad words, screams of pain and all that. Really.

Needless to say the dam broke and it all came flooding out. She plopped to the plush red carpet with a thunk, her skirts fluttering out with a slight whoosh.

" What did I ever do to deserve this life, huh? Was I evil in a past life or was I an evil child? Did I terrorize bugs and rip their little wings off or what?" At the back of her mind, her logical side was glibly pointing out she was being overly dramatic. Serena gave it the bird and told it to bugger off.

She was in no mood to argue with inner voices.

She sniffled pathetically, and smashed a fist into the wall beside her. Pain jolted up the length of her arm and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Holding her agonized arm to her chest she began rocking. The comfort of the motion calmed her down and she began to remember the first time she had ever done this.

The night of her mother's death. And she saw it all.

With a whimper, Serena clutched her head in her hands and tried to stop the memories. She didn't want to remember. She wanted to forget.

" oh, my, how very smooth of you Beast."

Beast was suddenly hit with the urge to sink his teeth into the vampire's throat and rip his spinal cord out through his neck. Colorful images there. Go figure the damned creature would hide in the darkest parts of the castle.

" Shut up." Beast snarled. Then as an afterthought, " Go to hell."

" How lovely. Are you always this charming? Ahh, no wonder that little blonde ran from you." The vampire added a delicate chuckle. Delicately evil that is.

That urge turned into a blazing wild fire. Control Beast, control. He may be undead but he still bleeds. And the rug would be ruined. It was such a lovely rug with such ravishing rug like qualities. Control.

" Should I take care of her for you? I do believe she is a few halls down and near the dining room crying her little heart out right about….now. My my, she just punched the wall. Violent little thing isn't she?" The vampire grinned, fangs glinting.

"Stop tampering with the castle's magic." Beast grumbled, entirely too tired to deal with a smiling sadistic undead stiff who needed to get a life and perhaps even a good lay.

Suddenly he stopped, a wicked thought imbedding itself in his mind.

" Hey, I know, why don't you conjure up a white charger and visit that little girl down in the pink room. I'm sure you can get her easily." He watched intently as the vampire suppressed a delighted shudder and turned back to the shadows. He was obviously going to take him up on the offer.

" I almost feel sorry for the bastard…." He muttered and turned to head down the hall, in search of the other girl. The one he had hurt.

Seconds later Beast watched in bemused silence as the Vampire reappeared in front of him, looking a little ruffled.

" That was low.. Very low." Vampykins reprimanded, and continued to tremble at the horror of what he had seen.

It was Beast's turn to offer a smirk, " Perhaps I should have warned you, but, well, I didn't care to."

" You are cruel. That's where you problem lies." The vampire left, possibly to get the lipstick from his silken shirt lapels.

And Beast was left staring at the place where he had been.

What was this? That little undead wanker offering his input in the situation. All right. When was the world ending?

With another mutter he went back to his task and padded down the halls, listening for, what the vamp had said, cries.

If you were supposed to feel so empty after a good cry, Serena figured she could get used to it. Emptiness was easy to deal with. Well, ne, she didn't actually feel empty. More lethargic and… untouchable on the emotional level. She felt drunk. She had not been drunk in a long time, 4 years, but she remembered how it felt for her.

She was almost giddy with inebriated cheerfulness. How depressing. So was staring at a wall blankly. It was all so very sad.

Deciding there was nothing for it, she got up and, ignoring the wrinkles in her dress, started down the hall once again, heading toward the general direction of "Now, where the hell is my room?"

 She disappeared just before Beast turned to look down the hall. Which may or may not have been a good thing. Depending on who you were at least.

Serena didn't want to be bugged, bothered or anything.

And Beast wanted to talk to her, to apologize.

Oh, but I'm having none of that. I want to play up the melodrama, wrench the dark emotions out into the open and guide them towards love with a good swift kick in the right direction. You can't very well do that in under five minutes. Well, you can, but the problems that will spring up…oh, they are bloody annoying.

*Ahem* Anyways, aside from my little matchmaker attempts, why don't we drop in on my little pawns, er, pretend I said friends.

Duo and Quatre looked up when the door creaked open and Quatre had to control the sudden roses blooming in his cheeks. The thorns were pricking him.

Duo grinned devilishly, and jabbed the other fairy with delighted cackle. This in turn only caused Quatre to get even more red in the face. Such an interesting shade of red it was. 

Serena looked up, eyed the two fairies a moment then threw her hands into the air.

"Why me?"

" Er, hey Ren? Wasup?" Duo asked, sweat dropping but nonetheless keeping the cheerful devil may care tone.

Serena's only answer was a glare and the bird.

"Shut up, you chicken livered munchkin." She stomped over to the bed and threw herself onto it, which sent two little fairies sailing through the air flailing as they went.

" You have wings, use them." She huffed, annoyed at their dramatics.

Both air-born missiles also known as Duo and Quatre blushed and sweat dropped. Then snatched themselves from a nose dive just barely. Each were feeling very foolish. And both were concerned for their, albeit violent, friend.

" Miss Serena, Are you all right?" Quatre, the ever polite one asked gently, floating to hover just in front of him. Serena broke into a keening wail and pointed to the door. " HE is such a jerk! He doesn't understand anything. Nothing at all. He's a blind bloody fool. Do you have a hankie."

Quatre blinked and wordlessly took out a small fiary sized hanky. The girl took one look at it, then at him and bawled her eyes out, then grabbed him from the air into a hug.

" If only other men were as sweet as you Quatre!"

Duo scratched his head, entirely lost. "Did I miss something?"

End Chapter.

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I :: falls back:: think my fingers hurt. I don't know, they're numb. Grrr. So does my brain. And my eyes. And my throat. Maybe it was that Cajun chicken pasta I ate. Oh, but was it good. It was my b-day dinner. I have to recommend it for those of you who like spicy foods. I rate it Five Stars.

Soooo. How many girls out there like Val Kilmer? :: grin:: Oh I just love his voice. :: goes SD and clutches fists under chin with a fangirlish squeal:: And his eyes….::shuts up::

Advice for the Chapter: If you know what's goof for you, you will do what the voices in your head tell you to. That way if you get caught, you at least get a lovely padded room and a strait jacket.

Strait jackets are loads of fun. Try chewing your way out. That's what the voices tell me to do. :: Men in white suits come up. Did I mention they are hot? " Hiya!" They pick her up and carry her off. Waves.:: I'll be back next chapter!! So, which one's of you is taking me to dinner? It is my birthday you know…..blah blah, yak yak, yadda yadda.