Beauty And The Beast (George Harrison)(COMPLETE)

Chapter 2: No Love In His Heart

Many years ago, a young man named George Harrison lived in a mansion, given to him after his parents died. He was extremely rich, proclaimed noble in England, and lived alone with his many servants and keepers.
One night in 1964, an old woman, poor and battered and hungry came and knocked on his door. George ran down from his bedroom and to the door, opening it cautiously.
"Sir?" The woman asked. Her voice was cracked and rough, and George made a face mixed with disgust and annoyance.
"What do you want, beggar?" He asked coldly.
"Can I please stay the night here? I've been wandering for weeks with very little to eat. I just need a place to sleep and a little something to eat. In return, I'll give you this red rose." She held out a perfect red rose, and George could easily smell it's lovely scent already.
George scoffed. He absolutely adored red roses, for they reminded him of his late parents and sister, who died in the forest, being shot. He was the one to find her that night, and never got over it. And now he kept red roses in every room as if they were still with him.
"The rose is lovely, but no. I don't welcome poor people."
The poor woman hung her head, and wept quietly. Deep, deep down, George felt for the woman. But it was far enough down that he couldn't feel it. Further up, he just laughed and shut the door in her face.
As if by magic, the woman took off her dark cloak and peeled the wrinkly mask off her face, revealing a stunning young woman in the most beautiful of red dresses. It glowed magnificently in the blue moonlight. Her hair was sunshine gold, and her eyes sparkled like the blue sky. Her lips were stained a perfect red, matching her dress. All in all, she was the most beautiful woman anyone had ever seen.
She knocked on the door again, and George opened it again, groaning. He stopped when he saw the beautiful girl.
"Will you accept the rose?" George sank to his knees, staring in awe at her beauty.
"Please, my love, will you forgive me?"
"You have no love in your heart, George Harrison. From now you will be condemned. When the last petal falls, you are to be like this forever. If you find true love before then, you will turn back to being a human."
George's slim body began to transform at a rapid pace. But there's no such thing as magic! What the hell is this? George thought.
His shoulders and torso became very broad, his waist very thin. The joints in his legs switched to the legs of a lion, and fur grew all over his body. His vampire fangs grew larger on top and on bottom. His eyes became impossibly darker. His ears rose up onto the top sides of his head and changed shape. His hands became claws, and his feet became paws. To top it off, the woman put a black cloak on him, indicating his hatred toward anyone who isn't beautiful to him.
He groaned and cried out. This transformation was very painful, and he could hardly take it. His muscles strained as they changed shape and form on his body, and his eyes screwed shut tightly.
The woman finally finished transforming George, and he dropped to the ground.
"Maybe now you'll have some love in your heart." She dropped the rose in front of his face and walked down the steps to a white horse that wasn't there when she was the old beggar. She climbed up on it, her bright red dress transforming into a jumper, and rode off into the night.
George lay breathing heavily on the ground. He was in pain, which was subsiding slowly. He pushed himself up off the ground, and saw the rose. Beside it was a hand mirror that she never presented, apparently, until he was down on their ground. He stood up and felt around his body. It was full of fur, and it didn't even feel like a human body at all. He was scared.
He stood up completely, picking up the rose and the mirror, and went back inside as bolts of lightning struck miles away. He shut the door and knew exactly what he wanted to do.
"Master, what has happened?" Paul, one of the servants asked. Just then he started to shrink and transform himself. He was confused and George watched with guilt in his dark eyes. He shrank down to the ground, and was completely transformed into a clock. George didn't even blink at anyone as John turned to a candelabra, Ringo to a coat hanger, and all of George's other servants into objects.
"Master!" Cynthia, the teapot shouted. shouted. "What is going on?"
"I'm condemned. I have to love somebody and they have to love me before the last petal falls. If I don't, then we will be like this for the rest of our lives," George explained shortly. Everybody stared at him as he went to the west wing in despair, slamming the door. It vibrated the walls and floor and everybody jumped.
While all of the servants of Friar Park worried about themselves and everyone else, George was up in the west wing, covering the sacred rose with a glass dome and setting the mirror beside it. Then he fell to the ground and wept, absolutely horrified that he would never find anybody to love.
Even worse, he would never find anybody to love him.

Alright alright... so if you've seen Beauty And The Beast, you'll know this is slightly different but practically what happened... the picture above is the woman, and sorry for the thinkstock thingety thing I couldn't get it off and when I found the same picture without it, it was too blurry despite heavy editing so I thought I would just do this and apologize for it.
So yeah byee