I know It may be a bit late but I'm so sorry if you're a victim or a family member is a victim to the Hurricane Katrina and the storm search which happened after it. I pray that you will all get through this difficult time.

Okay so let me explain how this goes Rogue is the Princess 'Aurora' and Remy is a Prince 'Phillip' who has to marry Rogue when he is older. But White Queen has a spell put on her as a baby. Her father and mother give her too the 3 fairies and let her have a life as a peasant girl. 16 years later one of her friends gets lost and ends up in a castle. The beast (Remy) captures him and Rogue must go to save him. So that's how it all begins. And I can't put the songs in as it is a rule that I can't do that.

So I got the reviews, thanks by the way. I just wanted you to know it may seem petty out there but soon you will get the picture, just stay with me and ull realise.

Let the Romy begin….

Sleeping Beauty And The Beast

Chapter Two Darkness Falls

A young woman, sixteen years old to be precise, walked out of a beautiful cottage with a basket in her hand. She had the most beautiful face anyone could have ever seen. She had red rose luscious lips which even a God would want to kiss, an attractive body and long auburn hair with two white stripes which framed each side of her delicate face. And last but not least, her beautiful amazing emerald eyes which could light up anything she desired, she was a beauty. The woman wore a white dress with a black blanket over it, (like Aurora as a peasant girl on Sleeping Beauty).

Indeed the girl was beautiful and most men and would want to marry her and all women wanted to be her. But this woman wanted more in life, she wanted adventure, she wanted to be a hero. But for someone like her, a simple peasant, she knew this day would never happen. Though in her heart, she had hope. And this girl was named as Rogue. Her 'parent' guardians known as Katherine, Jean and Ororo, named her for her high spirit and her courage.

Rogue was about to walk into the French town she knew as home when she heard a voice.

"Rogue darling!" she heard. Rogue looked back to the cottage and saw Ororo running towards her.

"What's wrong Auntie O?" asked Rogue.

"Just remember to return you're book to the library darling." Ororo handed her a book.

"Why thank you Auntie O, ah can' believe ah almost forgot that." said Rogue as she put the blue book in her basket. Rogue had picked up her Southern accent from a friend of hers she had spent most of her life with.

"Oh and don't forget to pay a visit to Charles on you're way back from town, he's still working on that invention of his." said Ororo.

"Ah won', ah have hope in him this time, ah know he's gonna fulfil his destiny." Rogue smiled and Ororo back to her. Rogue headed to the town which they literally lived in.

Rogue loved her family and her friends, ad she loved the town in a way, but she felt as though it cramped her, she felt as though there was so much more to see, that she had so much more to do with the world than other thought.

"Hey Rogue!" Rogue turned around and saw her life long friend Sam.

"Bonjour Sugah, how are you?" Rogue asked.

"Well ah could b' better, papa says ah have t' leave next week t' go t' England."

"Why?" Rogue asked as the two carried on walking to the town.

"'Coz ah gotta bring the money in fo' the rent haven' ah?" explained Sam. He out his head down. "Ah jus' love it so much 'ere ah don' want t' leave." Rogue snorted. "What's so funny?"

"It's jus'…it sounded like you…ha ha ha…like you actually wanna stay 'ere." laughed Rogue. Sam looked confused.

"Ah do want t' stay 'ere." Rogue stopped laughing and looked at him seriously.

"Are you being serious?" she asked him. He nodded and Rogue looked at him in disbelief. "Ah think you're lucky Sam, ah've wanted t' get out o' 'ere since ah can remember. Ah love everyone 'round 'ere, but ah wan' adventure!"

"That's you're problem Rogue, you put you're heads too much in these books o' yours." said Sam pointing to the book. Rogue smiled.

"Yeah but there the only adventure amh'm gonna have. It's jus' ah want t' have a life ya know? All mah life ah've never actually been able t' have a proper life because ah always had t' stay in this town. An' when ah was lil it was worse, auntit O', aunt Kitty an' aunt Jean used t' follow me around everywhere. Ah could never have a chance on mah own!" explained Rogue. "Little town, it's a quiet village. Every day, like the one before. Little town, full of little people, waking up to say..." Rogue and Sam passed a bunch of people.

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"There goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls to sell.
Ev'ry morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town..."

"Okay but it's not all that bad." said Sam.

"Maybe not fo' you but fo' me it is!"

"Well have a nice day Rogue." said Sam as he headed off.

"Good morning, Rogue!" said a baker as she passed the bakery shop.

"Morning monsieur!" she said as she went over to the baker.

"Where are you off to?" he asked.

"The bookshop! Ah jus' finished the most wonderful story, about a beanstalk and an ogre and..."

"That's nice...Victoria, the baguettes! Hurry up!" shouted the baker ignoring Rogue.

"Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question. Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?" said one of the women to a man as Rogue walked past not noticing anyone was talking about her.

"Never part of any crowd cause her head's up on some cloud." said the man.

"No denying she's a funny girl, that Rogue!"
Rogue jumped on the back of a wagon and rided through town.

"Bonjour!" said a tall man to a plump woman.

"Good day!" she said back.

"How is your family?" he asked.

"I need six eggs!"

"That's too expensive!"

"There must be more than this provincial life." said Rogue.

Rogue opened the door to the bookshop and a man stood there looking at her.

"Ah, morning Rogue." said Hank the bookstore owner.

"Good morning. ah've come to return the book ah borrowed."

"Finished already?" Hank asked in disbelief as he put the book back on the shelf for her.

"Oh, ah couldn' put it down! Have you got anythang new?" asked Rogue.

"Not since yesterday." replied Hank laughing.

"That's all right. ah'll borrow... this one." said Rogue as she gt on the ladder for the bookshelves.

"That one? But you've read it twice." said Hank.

"Well it's mah favourite." Rogue swung off the side of the ladder, rolling down its track. "Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!"

"Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours." said Hank handing her the book.

"Well thank you. Thank you very much!" she said as she hugged him. She waved and walked out of the bookshop.

Looking in the window, then turning to watch her were three men.

"Look there she goes" said one of them.

"That girl is so peculiar!"

"I wonder if she's feeling well"

"With a dreamy far-off look and her nose stuck in a book! What a puzzle to the rest of us is Rogue!" said one of the other men.

Rogue sat on the edge of a fountain, singing to the sheep.

"Oh! Isn't this amazing! It's my favorite part because, you'll see! Here's where she meets Prince Charming but she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three."

"Now it's no wonder that her nickname 'belle' means 'beauty'." said a woman. "Her looks have got no parallel."

"But behind that fair façade i'm afraid she's rather odd very different from the rest of us..." said a merchant.

"She's nothing like the rest of us." said a man.

"Yes different from the rest of us is Rogue." said the merchant.

Geese flew overhead, one was shot and plummeted to the ground. A man known as John ran over, held out a bag, and missed catching the geese. He returned to a tall handsome man with white hair put back into a bobble. He was known as the most handsome man in the French town and the most self centred. And his name was Joseph.

"Wow! Ya didn't miss a shot, Joseph sir! You're the greatest 'unter in the 'ole world." praised John."

"I know." said Joe as he flicked his hair back.

"No beast alive stands a chance against you...and no girl for that matter."

"It's true, Johnny my old aussie, and I've got my sights set on that one." said Joe pointing to Rogue who was sat reading her book.

"The three weird sisters' daughter?" asked John.

"Number one the three weird sisters as we call them aren't Rogue's mothers you idiot, you can only have one! But to you're question yes, she's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry." Joe explained.

"But she's—"

"The most beautiful girl in town." finished off Joe.

"Oi know—"

"And that makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?" he asked John knowing what the answer was going to be anyway.

"Well o' course, oi mean you do, but oi mean..."

"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she's gorgeous and I fell here. In town there's only she who is beautiful as me so I'm making plans to woo and marry Rogue." said Joe. He watched her as she walked past him.

"Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy. Monsieur Gaston, oh he's so cute!" said one of the three beautiful blonde women.

"Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing" said one of the other ones.

"He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!" said the other.
Rogue walked easily through the crowd of people in the town, but Joe struggled to catch up to her.

All Rogue could here was…

"Bonjour!"

"Pardon!"

"Good day!"

"Mais oui!"

"You call this bacon?"

"This bread!"

"Those fish!"

"It's stale!"

"They smell!"

"Madame's mistaken!"

Rogue sighed. "There must be more than this provincial life!"

"Just watch I'm going to make that Rogue my wife!" said Joe trying to get through towns people.

As Rogue passed people, she didn't notice people talking about her.

"Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special A most peculiar mademoiselle. It's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in!" said a merchant.

"But she really is a funny girl."

"A beauty but a funny girl." added a man.

"She really is a funny girl! That Rogue!" Rogue turned around as she thought she heard her name and everyone started to get back to work. When Rogue shrugged it off and turned back round, Joe wa sin her face, which scared her half to death.

"Hello, Rogue." he said.

"Bonjour Joe." she replied as she carrie don reading her book.
Joe grabbed the book from Rogue and looked at it.

"Joseph, may ah have my book, please?" Rogue asked nicely.

"How can you read this? There's no pictures!"

"Well, some people use their imaginations. Now give me mah book back or ah'll kick yaw butt!"

"Belle Rogue, it's about time you got your head out of those books.." Joe threw the book in the mud, "and paid attention to more important things...like me! The whole town's talking about it."

Rogue picked up the book and was cleaning off the mud, looking as though she was going to kill Joe.

"It's not right for a woman to read--soon she starts getting ideas... and thinking." he finished.

"Joe, you are positively primeval. Ya so self centred an' so 'bout yaw self, would it hurt t' think about other people you dim-witted, iniquity smug and egotistical pig." said Rogue as she carried on walking.

"Why thank you, Rogue. Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to
the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies." said Joe as he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Maybe some other time jerk." with that, Rogue walked off.

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"Charles?" called Rogue as she entered the basement to her old friend Charles' house.

"How on earth did that happen? Dog gonnit!" He pulled the barrel off his waist.

"Are you all right, sugah?" asked Rogue.

"Yes I guess, but the reality just hit me that I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work." Charles sat down and pulled his head down so Rogue couldn't see the defeat.

"Yes, ya will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow." Rogue reassured.

"You really believe that?" Charles asked.

"Ah always have."

"Well, what are we waiting for. I'll have this thing fixed in no time." said Charles as he got up and went on his knees. He then slid under the machine he was working on. "So, did you have a good time in town today, Ororo said you were getting something?"

"Ah got a new book. Charles, do ya think ah'm…odd?" Rogue asked thinking about herself.

"My daughter-like Rogue? Odd? Where would you get an idea like that?" asked Charles still fixing his machine.

"Oh, ah don' know. It's just ah'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one ah can really talk to, no one who understands me an' knows me who's atleast mah age."

"What about that Joseph? He's a handsome fellow!" said Charles.

"He's handsome all right, an' rude an' conceited an' he's not fo' me not in a hundred years or after that!" said Rogue.

"Well, don't you worry, cause this invention's going to be the start of a new life for us, you after all would get half of the money since you inspired me so." Rogue smiled and then Chares came out from under his machine. "I think that's done it. Now, let's give it a try."

The machine whirred and chopped wood, just as it should.

"It works!" shoted Rogue in happiness as she hugged her dear old friend.

"Hitch up Phillipe, Rogue. I'm off to the fair!"

"Good bye Charles an'good luck!"

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

"We should be there by now. Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken a...wait a minute." said Charles as he looked as his map as he rode Phillipe.
Charles lifted a lantern to illuminate the sign giving directions to Anaheim and Valencia.
"Let's go this way!" he said.
PHILLIPE looked right, at a dark, overgrown path.

"This can't be right. Where have you taken us, Phillipe? We'd better turn around...and...whoa...whoa boy, whoa Phillipe. Oh, oh! Look out!"
A swarm of bats flew out of a tree. Phillipe ran through the forest avoiding everything and kept on running as Charles fell of the saddle.

"Phillipe? Oh no!" shouted Charles in fear as he saw a pack of wolves growling at him, ready to pounce at any moment. Charles quickly ran through the forest and stumbled down a hill and landed at the gates of a dark castle. He grabbed the the locked gate and shook it as hard as he could.

"Help! Is someone there?" he shouted in fear once more.

The gate opened and Charles ran in. He slammed the gate in front of the wolves faces so they couldn't enter. Charles began to ran, not noticing his hat was on the ground.

Charles opened the castle doors and creaped in cautiously.

"Hello? Hello!" Carles shouted.

Watching from a table near the entrance was a clock and a candle stick, except these weren't any ordinary ornaments…

"Old fellow must have lost his way in the woods." said the candlestick, barely whispering.

"Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away." said the clock, barely whispering either.

"Is someone there?" asked Charles as he heard the little voices, not knowing who they belonged to.

"Not a word. Not one word!" warned the clock.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night." shouted Charles as he looked around the castle.

"Oh, have a heart mes ami." said the candlestick as though they had just found a lost puppy.

"Shush shush shhhhh!" said the clock.

"Of course, monsieur, you are welcome here."

"Who said that?" asked Charles, confused where this 'person' was. He picked up the candlestick for light, not realizing that the speaker was in his hand.

"Over 'ere." said the candlestick as he tapped Charles on the shoulder.

Charles span around, pulling the candlestick to the other side. "Where?"

The candle stick tapped Charles on the head. Charles looked at the candlestick.
"Allo!"

"Ahhhhhh!" screamed Charles as he dropped the candlestick to the floor.

"Well, now you've done it. Splendid, just peachy--aaarrrgghh!" shouted the clock as he hoped on the ground in anger.

"How is this accomplished?" asked Charles in confusion. Charles sneezed and wiped his nose.

"Oh, you are soaked to the bone, monsieur. Come, warm yourself by the fire."

"Thank you."

The candlestick and Charles headed toward the living room with the clock running after them.

"No, no, no, do you know what the master would do if he finds you here. I demand that you stop...right...there!"

The clock tumbled down the steps. Charles took a seat in a large chair in front of a roaring fire.

"Oh no, not the master's chair!" shouted the clock. A footstool rushed past the clock. "I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this!"

"Well, hello there, boy." said Charles as the 'dog-like' footstool went under gis legs and pushed them onto it.

"All right, this has gone far enough. I'm in charge here, and I…"

"Please friend, hush down and just relax." said the candlestick noticing the clock was about to have a nervous break down.

"Carm, carm! How can I be carm when there's a stranger in the castle, not invited, and in the master's chair!"

"Master?" asked Charles. "I don't mean to be rude but who are you all?"

"Well mes ami, I am Etienne an' this is Scott." said the candlestick pointing to the clock.

"Yes and you're not welcome!" shouted Scott.

"Scott, please, the man is lost and has know where to stay."

The door to the living area suddenly slammed open and a strong gust of wind blew into the room, extinguishing Etienne's flames and the fire in the fireplace.

A beast entered. He was on all fours and looking around in the darkness. He had not noticed a man on the chair yet. "There's a stranger 'ere. said the beast almost mumbling his words.

"Master, allow me to explain. The gentleman was lost in the woods and he was cold and wet..."

Etienne's last sentence was drowned out by the very loud growl of the beast,
which put out his flames once again. Etienne looked down, dejected.

"Master, I'd like to take this moment to say...I was against this from the start.
I tried to stop them, but would they listen to me? No, no, no!" said Scott getting out from underneath a rug.

Again, the beast's's growl drowned out Scott. A very scared Charles looked to one side of the chair and then to the other and sees the beast.

"Who are you! What are you doing here?" shouted the beast.

Very scared and backing away from the advancing beast Charles mumbled out his words. "I was lost in the woods and...

"You are not welcome here!" shouted the beast, advancing on Charles.

"I'm sorry" said Charles, as he looked upon his face, not being able to take his eyes off him.

"What are you staring at?"

"Noth-noth-nothing…" said Charles, cowering under the beast. Charles tried to run but the beast raced around him blocking the entrance with a surprised speed.

"So, you've come to stare at the beast, have you!"

"Please, I meant no harm! I just needed a place to stay..."

"I'll give you a place to stay!"

The Beast picked up Charles and carried him out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

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Rogue was sat on a field near to hers and her three guardians cottage. She was reading a book and humming along with the sound of the wind.

She turned around as she heard a sort of galloping sound behind her. Rogue saw Phillipe running towards her. She stood up and was disturbed when she saw that Charles' invention was still there, but Charles was not.

"Phillipe! What are ya doin' 'ere? Where's Charles? Where is he, Phillipe?
What happened? Oh, we have to find him, ya have to take me to him!" shouted Rogue.

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Rogue and Phillipe rode up to the castle gates and Rogue got off him. She looked at the gates and the house behind them. She touched the gates with there hand and they were covered in cob webs.

"What is this place?" asked Rogue to herself.

She entered the gate and saw Charles' hat on the ground.

"Oh Charles."

Rogue finally made it to the castle doors and opened them. She could here noises and voices. She was confused on where they were coming from as it was a big echo to her.

"Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Charles? Charles, are ya here!" shouted Rogue creeped out by the castle.

Rogue ascended the grand staircase and searched for Charles.

"Irresponsible, devil-may-care, waxy eared, slack-jawed—" said Scott before he and Etienne heard a voice.

"Charles?"
Scott and Etienne turned to look at the new arrival.

"Did you see that?"
Etienne ran to the door and pocked his head around the corner along with Scott.
"It's a girl!"

"I know it's a girl it's not that hard to notice!" shouted Scott.

"Don't you see? She's the one. The girl we have been waiting for. She has come to break the spell!" said Etienne. He followed the girl along with Scott.

"Hello is anyone there, ah'm lookin' fo' Charles! That's funny ah'm sure there was someone there."

"Rogue?" said a voice.

"Charles? Oh Charles it's you!" Rogue ran to te cell Charles was in.

"How did you find me?" asked Charles.

"Oh, your hands are like ice. We have to get you out of here." said Rogue as she felt how cold his hands were.

"Rogue, I want you to leave this place".

"Who's done this t' ya Charles, 'coz when ah find out he's gonna get some serious abut wooping?" said Rogue clenching her fists.

"No time to explain. You must go...now!" Charles pleaded.

"I won' leave ya sugah!"

Suddenly, thr beast grabbed Rogue's shoulder and whipped her around. She dropped the torch she was carrying into a puddle and the room was dark except for one beam of light from a skylight.

"What are you doin' 'ere?" asked The Beast roaring.

"Run, Rogue!" shouted Charles.

"Who's there? Who are you?" asked Rogue, scared.

"The master o' dis castle." said the beast.

"Ah've come fo' mah friend. Please let him out! Can' ya see he's sick!"

"Den he shouldn' o' trespassed 'ere."

"But he could die. Please, ah'll do anything!"

"There's not'ing you can do. He's my prisoner."

"Oh, there must be some way ah can...wait! Take me, instead!" pleaded Rogue.

"You! You would take his place?" asked The beast unsure.

"Rogue! No! You don't know what you're doing! I'm not worth it please!" begged Charles.

"'f Ah did, would you let him go?" she asked.

"Qui, but you must promise to stay here forever".
Rogue pondered the situation and realized she can't see the captor.

"Come into the light."

The beast dragged his legs, then his whole body into the beam of light. Rogue looked
her eyes growing wider until she could stand no more and fell back to Charles.

"No, Belle. I won't let you do this!" agured Charles.

Rogue regained her composure, then stepped into the beam of light, giving her a very innocent look.

"Ya have my word." she said as she sounded like her crying voice wanted to break through.

"Done!" said the Beast quickly.

The beast moved over to unlock the cell, and Rogue collapsed to the floor with her head in her hands. The door was being unlocked, then Charles rushed over to Rogue.

"No, Roguee. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life—"
The Beast grabbed him and dragged him downstairs.

"Wait no at least let me say goodbye!" Rogue cried as she watched her father like figure being dragged away from her.

"Rogue!" shouted Charles as he was dragged so know one could see him now.

After The Beast had got rid of Charles, he walked up the stairs to the cells. Etienne was still at his post.

"Master?" said Etienne.

"What!" shouted the beast angrily.

"Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer her a more comfortable room." pointed out Etienne.
The Beast growled angrily at him. The Beast entered the cell where Rogue was still crying.

"Ya didn' even let me say good bye. Ah'll never see him again. Ah didn' get to say good-bye."

"I'll show you to your room." said the beast feeling guilty and bad for what he had done.

"Mah room?" Rogue asked popping her head up surprised.
Indicating the cell
But Ah thought—"

"You wanna, you wanna stay in de tower!" roared The beast.

"No. An' don' shout at me, ah asked fo' the news not the weather." The Beast could defiantly see she had a spirit. Rogue noticed the angry face on the beast so Rogue sighed. "Ah'm sorry."

"You better be. Follow moi."

The Beast led Rogue to her room. As they proceeded, Rogue began to lag behind. She looked at the hideous sculptures on the walls and the light casting shadows on them. Frightened, she gasped and ran to catch up with the Beast, who was carrying Etienne as a light source. The Beast looked back at Rogue, and saw a tear form at the corner of her beautiful eye.

"Say something to her" whispered Etienne.

"Hmm? Oh. I...um...hope you like it here chere. De castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except dee West Wing.

"What's in the West Wing?" asked Rogue intrigued.

"It's forbidden!" shouted the bast as he stooped and roared in Rogue's face.

The Beast continued, and Rogue reluctantly followed. The door opened to Rogue's new room and light spilled in.

"Now, if dere's anyt'ing ya need, my servants will attend you." said the beast tendely.

"Dinner--invite her to dinner" whispered Etienne in The beast's ear.

"You...will join me for dinner. That's not a request!" growled The beast angrily.

Beast left, slamming the door behind him. Rogue, terrified, ran over to the bed and flung herself onto it, finally breaking down and crying. She had always wanted to be away from her town, but this is not what she wanted. Maybe her auntie's could saver her. But she knew she would probably never set foot from these walls again, because from now she knew she belonged to the Beast…

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So once again what do you think. Please review and don't worry he will be called Remy shortly.