A.N. This is more of a plead then anything else, but please do not flame
me. If you have something constructive to say that may help me, then by all
means do. But this is supposed to be controversial, and is not a Disney
fairy tale. Hope you understand, but please keep reading.
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To him, sleep had become a memory, a fairytale. He had not slept in days. His eyes had become puffy from tears, tears that had not stopped welling since he found out that she was not the one.
"It can't be." He versed over and over to himself. "She had to be the one, she just had to be." He closed his eyes, pushing the last blue tear from his watery pools. Down below in the garden, a lone angel floated amongst the roses. Every night she had returned to that same spot, waiting for him to be with her again. Watching her from his perch high in the castle, he marvelled at her beauty. "I love her," He whispered softly, watching his angel. "I know that I love her, so, so that means," His voice was breaking from tears, the squeak of a mouse came forth. "That means that she doesn't love me." He paused for a moment, letting the cool breeze dance over his skin. "She doesn't love me." He said sadly again, another tear spilling forth and dropping onto the cold stone railing. For a moment he stared at the droplet, watching it turn to ice with the frosty air.
"How dare she not love me!" He suddenly erupted, his icy breath spilling out his nostrils like a raging stallion. The blood inside madly pumped through his veins, anger mixing with hatred, mixing with grief. He looked down at his hands, tiny scratches still lay across his fingers from where he broke the mirror. He smiled dryly to himself. "Okay, princess. You don't love me, but I will give you good reason not to love me!" The cool wind turned arctic, chilling everything down to the bone. He gazed up at the night sky, the new moon was on its last day. "Soon, my princess, you will find good reason no to love me. The beast will be back inside me tomorrow night, and this time, I won't try to stop him." Another icy breeze blew his raven locks off of his face and with one graceful movement he turned and headed inside.
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The dawn rose quickly the next day, almost in anticipation for what danger lay ahead in the night. Serena, rose quickly, she too had barely slept at all since they had shared that tender moment. "I can't believe it." She murmured to herself as she worked away at a stain on the bearskin rug, she continued with her chores everyday, even though he no longer assigned any to her. "Why did he do that? That look that was in his eyes. Grrr!" She complained to herself and applied a bit more elbow grease to the stain. She could feel his eyes upon her, like always. She could feel him watching her, staring at her for hours from the shadows. It used to anger her, but after over a month of being silent stalked, she had grown use to it, always ignoring him like she was oblivious. Yet still she felt ill at ease, like she was a dying animal and he was a vulture. She scrubbed harder and harder at the stain, working out her frustrations on the rug, "He shouldn't have looked like that!" She said angrily, upset that he could have such a vile look on his face after they shared their kiss, she had been fixed on their moment ever since it happened. "Oh, I can't believe him!" The anger inside of her was building up, rekindling her old hatred for the man. "He hurt my friends, my kingdom, he stole me from my mother. He made me work like a slave." She was creating a fine hole in the carpet as she continued to spit through her teeth. "He treats me like a slave, and just, just, just when he finally shows a twinkle of kindness, of humanity. ARGH!" She vented angrily, her blood boiling with bitterness. She looked up into the shadows where he was hiding. "Who are you!" She yelled angrily at the darkness. "Huh! Answer me, I know that you are there!" She stood up facing the darkness ahead of her. "I will tell you what you are." She spat. "You might be handsome, and you might look like a prince, but I know who you really are. No wait, I know What you really are." He eyes blazed red with anger, red tears welling in her blood shot eyes. "You're a beast. Pure and simple." She dropped her scrubbing brush and raced up the stairs, intent on striking him where he stood. "You hear me?" She said between panting breaths as she galloped up the stairs. "You are a beast! An ugly, twisted, hateful, manipulative, disgusting, vile, hurtful, cruel, sadistic, ruthless, uncaring." She was slowly running out of words. "Awful, mean, revolting and nasty. A, a, a beast!" Her tears flowed off her face as she finally reached the shadows. Using all of her might, she swung a right hook into the darkness, but her fist connected with nothing. He wasn't there.
Her blood finally cooled, but replaced with sadness. In a crying heap, she dropped to the ground and watched the tears roll from her eyes. "Nothing but a beast." She cried to herself, but her fiery spirit still wasn't broken. "A beast." She sobbed again. 'So why does he hurt me so much?' she cried.
He slinked away from his new hiding place; he had seen everything that had just happened. His heart was breaking with hers and like the brooding animal that he was, he turned and sneaked back to his room.
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Dusk.
The orange sun fell quickly, coating the world in blackness once again. From his perch overlooking the coal stained forest, he watched and waited for the change. His soul was in pain, slowly dying from sorrow. He wanted it to stop, he wanted his suffering to end. He was sick of trying to protect her every night, trying to protect the woman who he loved so much, even though he didn't know why. Even though she did not reciprocate his feelings. His insides started to turn, he could feel the change starting to happen. He could feel the goodness that was inside of him evaporate, and he did not care, he longed for the peace that the darkness brought. The last of the orange glow faded, revealing a crescent moon rising high above in the night sky.
His body started to change, his broad stature started to change into that of a man's. His face changed too, returning to his normal handsome self. Looking up at the moon, he let its pure moonbeams fall upon his skin. He smiled slyly to himself, he no longer heard that annoying little do good voice inside his head. It was time.
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"Oh princess," A loud rap came at her door, shaking the dust that had settled upon its surface. "My beautiful angel, I want to talk to you." He sung in a seductive voice.
"What do you want?" A weeping voice trembled from inside. "I don't want to speak to you!"
"But I want to apologise." He said, putting on his most sincere voice. An act.
She walked over to the door, her dainty footsteps clicking with each step. "Fine, apologise and leave me." She replied in her most regal tone.
"I want to see you. Please my angel, just open up the door." He heard the key turn in its lock, his stomach turned with excitement. With a huge push, he flung the door open, sending Serena flying off her feet. Her eyes widened with fear as he barged into the room, his muscles flexing with desire.
"Now, you are finally mine." .
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To him, sleep had become a memory, a fairytale. He had not slept in days. His eyes had become puffy from tears, tears that had not stopped welling since he found out that she was not the one.
"It can't be." He versed over and over to himself. "She had to be the one, she just had to be." He closed his eyes, pushing the last blue tear from his watery pools. Down below in the garden, a lone angel floated amongst the roses. Every night she had returned to that same spot, waiting for him to be with her again. Watching her from his perch high in the castle, he marvelled at her beauty. "I love her," He whispered softly, watching his angel. "I know that I love her, so, so that means," His voice was breaking from tears, the squeak of a mouse came forth. "That means that she doesn't love me." He paused for a moment, letting the cool breeze dance over his skin. "She doesn't love me." He said sadly again, another tear spilling forth and dropping onto the cold stone railing. For a moment he stared at the droplet, watching it turn to ice with the frosty air.
"How dare she not love me!" He suddenly erupted, his icy breath spilling out his nostrils like a raging stallion. The blood inside madly pumped through his veins, anger mixing with hatred, mixing with grief. He looked down at his hands, tiny scratches still lay across his fingers from where he broke the mirror. He smiled dryly to himself. "Okay, princess. You don't love me, but I will give you good reason not to love me!" The cool wind turned arctic, chilling everything down to the bone. He gazed up at the night sky, the new moon was on its last day. "Soon, my princess, you will find good reason no to love me. The beast will be back inside me tomorrow night, and this time, I won't try to stop him." Another icy breeze blew his raven locks off of his face and with one graceful movement he turned and headed inside.
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The dawn rose quickly the next day, almost in anticipation for what danger lay ahead in the night. Serena, rose quickly, she too had barely slept at all since they had shared that tender moment. "I can't believe it." She murmured to herself as she worked away at a stain on the bearskin rug, she continued with her chores everyday, even though he no longer assigned any to her. "Why did he do that? That look that was in his eyes. Grrr!" She complained to herself and applied a bit more elbow grease to the stain. She could feel his eyes upon her, like always. She could feel him watching her, staring at her for hours from the shadows. It used to anger her, but after over a month of being silent stalked, she had grown use to it, always ignoring him like she was oblivious. Yet still she felt ill at ease, like she was a dying animal and he was a vulture. She scrubbed harder and harder at the stain, working out her frustrations on the rug, "He shouldn't have looked like that!" She said angrily, upset that he could have such a vile look on his face after they shared their kiss, she had been fixed on their moment ever since it happened. "Oh, I can't believe him!" The anger inside of her was building up, rekindling her old hatred for the man. "He hurt my friends, my kingdom, he stole me from my mother. He made me work like a slave." She was creating a fine hole in the carpet as she continued to spit through her teeth. "He treats me like a slave, and just, just, just when he finally shows a twinkle of kindness, of humanity. ARGH!" She vented angrily, her blood boiling with bitterness. She looked up into the shadows where he was hiding. "Who are you!" She yelled angrily at the darkness. "Huh! Answer me, I know that you are there!" She stood up facing the darkness ahead of her. "I will tell you what you are." She spat. "You might be handsome, and you might look like a prince, but I know who you really are. No wait, I know What you really are." He eyes blazed red with anger, red tears welling in her blood shot eyes. "You're a beast. Pure and simple." She dropped her scrubbing brush and raced up the stairs, intent on striking him where he stood. "You hear me?" She said between panting breaths as she galloped up the stairs. "You are a beast! An ugly, twisted, hateful, manipulative, disgusting, vile, hurtful, cruel, sadistic, ruthless, uncaring." She was slowly running out of words. "Awful, mean, revolting and nasty. A, a, a beast!" Her tears flowed off her face as she finally reached the shadows. Using all of her might, she swung a right hook into the darkness, but her fist connected with nothing. He wasn't there.
Her blood finally cooled, but replaced with sadness. In a crying heap, she dropped to the ground and watched the tears roll from her eyes. "Nothing but a beast." She cried to herself, but her fiery spirit still wasn't broken. "A beast." She sobbed again. 'So why does he hurt me so much?' she cried.
He slinked away from his new hiding place; he had seen everything that had just happened. His heart was breaking with hers and like the brooding animal that he was, he turned and sneaked back to his room.
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Dusk.
The orange sun fell quickly, coating the world in blackness once again. From his perch overlooking the coal stained forest, he watched and waited for the change. His soul was in pain, slowly dying from sorrow. He wanted it to stop, he wanted his suffering to end. He was sick of trying to protect her every night, trying to protect the woman who he loved so much, even though he didn't know why. Even though she did not reciprocate his feelings. His insides started to turn, he could feel the change starting to happen. He could feel the goodness that was inside of him evaporate, and he did not care, he longed for the peace that the darkness brought. The last of the orange glow faded, revealing a crescent moon rising high above in the night sky.
His body started to change, his broad stature started to change into that of a man's. His face changed too, returning to his normal handsome self. Looking up at the moon, he let its pure moonbeams fall upon his skin. He smiled slyly to himself, he no longer heard that annoying little do good voice inside his head. It was time.
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.
"Oh princess," A loud rap came at her door, shaking the dust that had settled upon its surface. "My beautiful angel, I want to talk to you." He sung in a seductive voice.
"What do you want?" A weeping voice trembled from inside. "I don't want to speak to you!"
"But I want to apologise." He said, putting on his most sincere voice. An act.
She walked over to the door, her dainty footsteps clicking with each step. "Fine, apologise and leave me." She replied in her most regal tone.
"I want to see you. Please my angel, just open up the door." He heard the key turn in its lock, his stomach turned with excitement. With a huge push, he flung the door open, sending Serena flying off her feet. Her eyes widened with fear as he barged into the room, his muscles flexing with desire.
"Now, you are finally mine." .
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