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Calla ran and ran. The wind whipped through her newly discovered fur. Suddenly she entered a clearing and stopped. The clearing was full of roses, similar to the one she had slept in on her journey to the castle. But that wasn't the reason she stopped, Kairos was standing in the middle of the clearing, looking intently into a small puddle. The puddle wasn't the normal dirty rain water, but it was silvery, and looked extremely like the surface of the enchanted mirror.

"Hello my dear. Well you do like to surprise me and make things difficult don't you?" The enchantress turned around, smiling. Calla saw that she was devastatingly beautiful, if it wasn't for the cruel, worn look in her eyes. They weren't worn from age, her body hadn't aged, they were worn from what she had done.

Calla just growled. It was a nice thing to be able to do, simply return a snide comment with a growl. She quite liked being a wolf. It seemed a lot simpler than her old life.

"Oh now, that's a little rude is it not?" Kairos said, letting a laugh out, "But what I would like to know is how you did it,"

"I took a spell from one of your books," Calla said simply. She saw Beast arrive in the clearing from the corner of her eye. He just seemed to glare at Kairos, he kept quiet though.

Kairos frowned. "How... did you get in there? That room does not open for just anyone you know... and even more..." her voice trailed off as she realised she had been speaking her thoughts. How had the girl performed the ritual? Kairos knew all the books in her secret library were full of magic that could only be performed by an enchanter, and a powerful one at that. And how had the girl found that particular spell... it was a mystery.

"The mirror just opened," Calla said, giving what could be called a shrug, although it obviously looked different on a wolf.

"How interesting," Kairos muttered, "well, I think my dears, it is time to go home, don't you?"

"Home?" Beast said, his voice rising in excitement before he could stop himself. Kairos gave another of her laughs and waved her hand. They were back in the castle, in Beast's room. Beast cursed himself for letting himself get his hopes up.

"Now, I think you have caused enough trouble for today. So you can stay in here until I decide to let you out." Kairos gave another smile and exited the room, they heard the door lock behind her.

"Well, there's one consolation," Calla said,

"What?" Beast asked, a growl in his voice.

"She was so totally pissed off with us!"

Beast's mouth opened in a wide grin that bared his fangs. "That definitely makes confinement worth it."

They spent the rest of the day talking, each taking turns with lying on the bed and prowling the room. There wasn't much of a choice in their actions of the day, but none the less both enjoyed themselves. Calla was open about most of her past, telling Beast about her Dad, and her school, she left out mentioning her Mum and Gran. It hurt too much. Beast didn't really disclose much, he was still determined to forget his old self. It was an interesting day for him though, he asked questions and found that listening to Calla's stories was not as boring as listening to other people had been. Not that he had ever given listening much of a chance.

As the room grew darker the only light came from the few candles placed around and the slight glow from the red rose. The rose that they both watched out of the corners of their eyes, hoping and yet despairing at any change. It was the curse made into a thing, it was something for them to hate. By this time they were both lying on the bed, their backs to each other. It still felt comfortable and friendly though.

Neither of them had ever been this close to a friend. Neither of them had had any real friends. Except for now. For they both realised that as unlikely as it was, they were becoming closer, they were becoming friends. Logic stated that they should hate the other, for it was in a way the pthersfault that curse was still upon them both, but they didn't. There was enough to hate as it was, and the hate that burned through them felt better when it was directed at someone or something else.

"I'm kind of tired," Calla said, after giving a small yawn in the middle of a sentence.

"Yeah... maybe the spell will wear off in the night,"

"Hopefully," Calla said, giving a small smile before yawning again. It was odd, she didn't really mind being in the state, the spell had definitely worked, it had made both her and Adam feel better.

"Night Calla... I'm glad that it's you, rather than some wierdo,"

"Thanks, I think. Yeah... you're pretty cool for a Beast," she grinned, glad he wouldn't be able to see her. It was getting a little sentimental now. Must be time for sleep. She was never at her best at this time of night.

The next morning Calla awoke to the feeling that she couldn't breathe. As she opened her eyes she realised it was because her face was pressed against Beast's fur. She quickly rolled away, knowing her face would be glowing with embarrassment. Oh dear. She had been practically hugging him in her sleep, that would be a hard one to explain. She sat up, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. It was then she realised that the spell had reversed itself, she was now looking at her former self in the wide mirror that dominated the room. She was human again.

She crept round the room to the door, luckily it was unlocked. She opened the door to let herself out then quickly glanced back. Beast's eyes were closed, he was definitely sleeping, lucky for her. She closed the door and tried to find her way back to her room.

Beast opened his eyes as the door closed. He hadn't been asleep, in fact he had been awake a while, but that would have been embarrassing to admit. He didn't know why he hadn't rolled away from Calla's touch, or even woken her up. He had just... liked being there. It was comfortable. Even though she was human, even though she reminded him of everything he wasn't. Perhaps it was human touch, or perhaps it was hers, to be honest he didn't really want to think about it.

He rolled over to face the other way, to face the mirror. He really didn't want to think about it. Way too complicated. He looked at himself in the mirror, what he saw wasn't what Calla saw. She saw the Beast- although he didn't realise that she was seeing less of the Beast and more of Adam as the days passed- but he saw himself, Adam, the human form. There was a hazy form around him that he knew was the shape of the Beast, the way he looked on the outside. Hewasn't surewhich was more torturing, showing him what he was now, or showing him what he used to be. but he assumedit was the latter, which was probably why that was what the mirror showed.

He sighed. It was all way too complicated.

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