Beauty is a Beast

Prologue-

 Flashback. The year 1486.

      It was the biggest day of my life. I was 15 years old. I belonged to a family of farmers and peasants, yet I was having a grand wedding, with a long hand made white dress that had pearls going down the back of it. I had a dozen white roses in my bouquet. My hair long hair was up in a spiral bun so that my veil would fit better. Mother had bought me beautiful expensive heels, the one only the rich could afford.

My groom was Stanley Orson. He was the most snobby stuck up asshole you would ever meet, but he was handsome and rich and he wanted me to be his wife out of all the other girls he could have chosen and I was a peasants daughter. I knew he had already cheated me even before we even made it to the alter, but I was young. The whole idea of a big wedding with a handsome rich man made me happy and excited. We would make beautiful little babies together. He was 38 at the time.

The music started and Father helped me pulled the veil over my face. We joined hands and began to walk. I had an odd feeling at the pit of my stomach. Wedding jitters Mother called it. No worries they would go away. So I ignored them as we walked, but the closer we got the worst it got. It felt like someone had lit my insides on fire.

 My face twisted under my veil. I doubt anyone saw.

People smiled at me unaware of what was happening to me.

We made it down the alter and Father joined my hand with Stanley's. He smiled at me, I tried to ignore the burning sanitation and focused on his face.

His hair was nicely combed back and he was freshly shaved. His eyes shined deep blue and his lips were red and thin. I focused on anything about him I could to try and ignore my pain until it as my turn to speak again.

"Adorabella, Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"  The priest asked.

"I do." I said through my teeth and the fire grew a bit bigger threatening to eat me inside out.

"Stanley do you take this woman to be you lawfully wedded wife."

"I do." Stanley said smiling at me.

"By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife," I clenched on to Stanley's large hands and my knees started to buck. Breathing became hard and I started to gasp for air.

"You may kiss the bride."

Stanley lifted my veil and his smile dropped and his happy cheery face turned to terror. I fell then, my body burning. I started to scream, and people rushed over in panic.

That when I started to choke. Red leaked from my mouth and on to my pretty white dress at the same time my pain intensified and I screamed through the blood.

Hands rushed to help me sit up, to pat and comfort. The more they touched me the worst it got. Their hands burned my skin further like they were made in fire's of hell.

I screamed more and more and more...

***

15 years earlier

I was born on the year mark to peasants Axel and Vanessa.

From the moment I was born people could tell I was special, or at least very beautiful and that passed for specialness.

"Wow." The doctor said. "Aphrodite has certainly touched her."

"What shall we call her?" Father asked. Mother caressed my cheek.