Hello to all. Here is my next chapter. Just let everyone know, please vote for who you thinking should play Victoria in the trailer. I am planning to close the poll after posting the next chapter. I also came up with another idea for the male beauty, Freddie Highmore. If you watch the trailer for The Art of Getting By, it will make perfect sense why I think he would be great. So enjoy the chapter. I do not own anything.

Chapter 6: Transformation

"W-what are you doing here?" I said in pain, but was able not to show it. Mark was sitting on my bed, in a dark, sleeveless cloak. I could see his tattoos. On his right arm was a black rose, and on his left arm was a snake. He was reading a book, a fairy tale book.

"And they lived happily ever after." Mark said, reading the book. "Tell me, Victoria, what is your take on fairy tales?"

"What are you doing in my house?" I said again, ignoring question. I knew that Mark might try to get back at me. However, I though he try to it at school. I never though he would come to my house.

Mark then close the book, put it on the bed, and stood up. "Some may call it just deserts. Others call poetic justice." As he spoke, I noticed that all of his zits and braces were gone.

"What?" I said still in pain.

"Just deserts and poetic justice are words that you should know, Victoria. You will know." He said as he took a few steps toward me. "Both of them are synonymsof punishment."

"Listen," I said trying to be nice to calm him and stop him from doing whatever he was going to do. "I'm sorry about what happened tonight. I wasn't sure that if you were going to show or not. I knew you said that you'll be late and-."

"I didn't." He said, cutting me off.

"What?" I said, confused.

"I didn't like you nor got my feelings by what you did." He said. As he said this, I noticed that his pig nose was gone. He even looked a bit thinner and taller.

"Oh." I said giving him the "I'm innocent" face. "So, are we cool?"

He shook his head. "I didn't get my feelings because I exactly what you were going to do. I knew how you work, Victoria. That you are beautiful, but vain, cruel, arrogant, and can hurt anyone just to show to everyone that you can."

"That's not true!" I shouted.

"Isn't it?" He said.

"W-www-wait" I said in excruciatingly pain. "What is this?"

"I told you. This is punishment. You'll soon learn what is to not have your beauty, to be ugly, inside and outside; to be a monster; a beast. If you learn your lesson, then perhaps you can undo my curse. However if you don't, then you'll remain ugly forever." Right after he said this, he opened his cloak. To revealed that he was no longer fat or avenge height, but tall, thin, and maybe just a little bit of muscle. The only thing that I recognized from the old Mark was the glasses.

"You're hot." I slipped out of my mouth.

"So?"

"So, why were you that disguise? I know that high school can be tough-" I said trying to bribe Mark before he did something crazy, like kill me. However before I could finish, he started to laugh.

"You don't get it, do you? I don't go to high school. I am powerful, can be youthful if I wanted to be, can be any where I want be, and can do anything I want."

Then I figured the hint he gave. "The rumor is true. You're….a wizard."

"Yes" He replied. That's when it hit me. The headache, the pain in my arms and legs, my red eyes, the strange dream, and the thing in the mirror were not cause by Johnny putting something in my drink. It was all being caused by Mark.

"Did you spread a rumor about yourself?" I asked him the moment it popped in to my head.

"Yes, I need to spread it to see what you do next." He said right before taking off his glasses and throws them to the ground. He can't see without his glasses. I could leave right now and he would talk to the wall.

"You're wrong, Victoria" He said, correcting me. "I can see." Did he read my mind?

"Yes, I did." He said, answering my thought. "But more importantly, I can see you. I can see everything about you. I can see scratch on your leg when you made fun of Michael Brook for having braces when you were seven and half. I can see the black and blue mark on your elbow after you told Brittany Jones that she was too weird and ugly to be on the cheerleading team when you were twelve. I can see the bruise on your hand after you insulted Zoë Dons' hair and glasses last week."

I looked down to see if I could see what he saw, but I saw nothing. I continued to look for the bruises before pulling my head as Mark continued to talk.

"All of your life, you used your looks to hurt and take advantage of other people. How you ever though of how it felt to in your victims' shoes? To feel the pain, they feel from you tormenting them."

I took a moment and though of it would be like. How I would feel like badly about myself and how I would hate the person who did it to me.

"Ok, I get your point. I was a totally jerk to people. It's not going to happen again." I said. Then it came to me. Making fun of Michael for having braces was the first time I was mean to ugly people. It was also four months after my mom died. Was this all because I followed my Dad's advice and later took to the extreme? Maybe. But sometimes I did because it felt so ….. good.

Just then the clock, that was in the living room, strike midnight. "You're right" Mark said while the clock was striking three. "It is not going to happen again, and I'll make sure of it."

As the clock was striking five, Mark's tattoos began to glow and move. I then felt pain in my stomach. I then fell to my hands and knees, while using one hand to hold my stomach. "What are you doing?" I screamed before seeing that the room was moving and was now changing colors. I then closed my eyes in pain.

I felt more pain as the clock was striking ten and eleven. However after the clock stoke for the final time, all the pain went away and the room stop moving. With my eyes still close, I stood up and open my eyes when Mark touched my shoulder. "Behold, Victoria."

I then turned my body to the mirror that was next my bed. I couldn't believe at what I saw.

"No" I said, shocked.

I then walk to the mirror to look at me closer. "No" I said again.

I touched my face to see if it was real. It was. "No"

I then turned to Mark angrily. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" I screamed, but the scream came out as a roar.

"I have turned you into your inner beauty, your true self." He said with a smirk on his face.

I was a beast.

So, hope you enjoy this chapter. Please comment. You can still give ideas for the trailers. At moment, I need some ideas for what I should use for Victoria's beast form. Bye.