Beauty And The Beast (George Harrison)(COMPLETE)

Chapter 6: In The Morning

Hayden slept uneasily, and so did the Beast. He never left the west wing room with the rose and mirror. He painstakingly watched yet another petal fall. There were only 4 more, and they didn't last as long as one would think, nor as long as he wanted them to.
"Why did this ever happen in the first place?" He asked himself as he stood out on the balcony of the sacred west wing room.
Duh, he thought, I'm selfish and stupid.
He pulled himself up and moped out of the room, where Paul was about to knock on the door.
"Oh, good morning, Master! Breakfast is served!"
"What time is it?" He asked, forgetting about Hayden for a second.
"It's almost 8:30, sir."
"Where's Hayden?" He asked more urgently, more angrily.
"She's in her room, sir," Paul said nervously. "She hasn't woken up yet."
"Tell Pattie and Maureen to wake her up and send her to breakfast," George ordered. Paul nodded and skidded away.
George stomped down the staircase and went to the lower east wing, to the kitchen. Brian, the stove cook had breakfast prepared, consisting of George's favorite- pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, cheesy rolls, huckleberry scones, juice, tea, and finally, a variety of fruit. Normally, George would be ecstatic for this, but much more was in his mind.
"Something the matter, sir?" Ringo asked as he stood idly by.
"That girl. And her brother. Something about her, especially."
"What do you think it is, Master?" Cynthia cut it, pouring him a cup of tea.
"She's just... I don't know. She seems to look familiar, but I can't think of it. I know the color of her hair. And those eyes... I've seen them."
"Where?"
"Would you stop asking so many questions?" George shouted. Julian jumped back and hid behind Cynthia, while nobody else said anything. He simmered down a little, and sat back, rubbing distressed hands over his face.
"Where the fuck is she? I told Paul to tell Pattie and Maureen to send her down immediately!" He pounded a fist on the table and stoof up, stomping up the stairs and to the east wing. He pounded on her door and Hayden jumped from inside.
"I told you to come down to breakfast!" He shouted.
"I'm not fucking hungry!"
"Not hungry? You haven't had anything since you came here last night!"
"I don't get hungry very easily! Leave me alone!" She shouted, back on the verge of tears that Pattie had just gotten her off of minutes earlier.
"I won't leave you alone, because you are living under me now! You do what I say or I will throw you out!" George yelled, thinking it would scare her. Not the case.
"Fine! Kick me back out! I'd rather be free anyway!"
"You are free here!"
"Doesn't seem like it!"
"You can go anywhere you want as long as it's not the west wing!"
"Fine!" She screamed, and laid back down on her bed.
"If you don't get out here right now, you won't be eating until dinner! Because if you don't eat with me, you don't eat at all!"
"Fine by me! I'd rather starve than stay here with you!"
That hurt George, though he probably deserved it. Was he really that bad? He thought.
"Master, pardon me, but I don't think that's the best way of convincing her of anything. She's a strong one, from what Maureen tells me. Nothing like her brother." Cynthia spoke to him gently. He sighed and realized she was right.
"I know, I just can't help it! She's so damn beautiful but she so damn arrogant!" George was frustrated beyond belief. How could anyone ever fall in love with a beast like he was? He was a mix between 7 different animals. He was ugly. He used to be young, and handsome. And all this happened because he couldn't find any extra love in his heart for the old beggar, who turned out to be a beautiful and powerful woman. That's how he thought of Hayden upon thinking about it. She was beautiful, and powerful to her own word. Nobody could break her, no matter how hard they tried. Well, that's at least what everyone thought.
George finally gave up, turning back around dramatically and going across the main room to the northwest wing, where his own room was. It was secluded from everything else, having its own corridor. All the other corridors had several doors with several rooms, except for the west and northwest wings. The west wing had the biggest useful room, which is where all of George's prized possessions were held.
He sat on his bed, which hadn't been destroyed quite yet. He had thought about it and stopped when he heard a woman's voice that wasn't one of his servants in his mansion, and was so struck by her beauty that he stopped thinking about things like that. All this happened within 2 days.
"How do I possibly win her?" He asked himself.
"Well, sir, you could start by not having a short temper with her."
Martin, his own wardrobe advised him. His first name was George as well but for obvious reasons the Master called him Martin.
"I know, but how? I've never been like that, an it's hard to learn as a 20 year old. I've lost all patience with people, especially people who try to come and take me. And people like the beautiful beggar." He huffed, slouching over. His eyes closed as he was deep in thought.
"You haven't lost patience with us, and you know we are people, just under a spell. You're people too, my lad." Martin opened one of his doors and patted George on the shoulder, earning a small smile from the beast.
"There, that's the smile we've all been looking for!" Martin laughed and shut his door again, standing back by the wall. "I trust you'll do the right thing?"
"Later. I have stuff to take care of, first."
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Meanwhile, Hayden snuck out of her room and down the staircase to the lower east wing, smelling breakfast from that direction. Some of the servants were eating their own breakfast. Hayden slightly smiled at how they were objects, but still talked and ate and acted like humans.
"Good morning, dearest!" Cynthia greeted.
"More like afternoon, Mrs. Lennon," Paul huffed. "Do you realize how pissed off the Master is?"
"Oh, he'll get over it, Paulie," John spoke. "Hayden, do you want something to eat?" He asked, using his unusual manners to rub in Paul's face.
"Some. Not much."
"Oh, dear, you have to eat. Especially here. You're always going to be up and about. You need a good breakfast more than anything else."
"I think I would rather starve here than go home, Cynthia, with all due respect to you guys."
"We understand, love," John said. "This is just how he is. And there are other reasons that-"
Paul reached over and smacked John's mouth shut. John cried out in pain and yanked Paul's hand away.
"Aye! I was going to say it's confidential, but she should at least know they are a thing! That's exactly what the Master said to tell her!"
Hayden still had on her leather jacket and jeans from last night. She refused to change, only pulling her messy hair into a ponytail.
"Sit sit!" Jane, a maid who turned to a feather duster, was sitting next to Paul and seemed giddy. Hayden saw her last night but didn't say anything to her and nor did she say anything to Hayden.
Hayden ran a hand through her fiery red hair, sitting down between Paul and John, at the head of the table.
"Oh, dear, that's the Master's chair!" Paul said, nervous as if George were to walk in right now.
"Quit freaking out, Paulie!" John had a bored and frustrated face as he was tired of Paul's extreme and overexaggerated loyalty. "Live a little, mate! Darling, you're fine."
Servant after servant came out with even more food and drinks, preparing for lunch and finishing up breakfast. Hayden ate everything on her plate, which was a lot. It would most definitely last her until dinner.
"All full dear?" Cynthia asked as Julian jumped back next to his mother.
"Definitely," Hayden groaned and stood up. He turned around, meeting George face to face. The servants gasped and cowered back.
"I told you that you are not to eat unless it is with me," he seethed. Hayden just crossed her arms and stood tall against him. Despite his size, she was still about as tall as him.
"You know, you can't expect me to listen to you when your temper is shit. If I'm gonna be blessed around, I won't be treated like a slave."
"You aren't a slave. You're allowed to go anywhere in the mansion except for the west wing."
"Fine. Great. Just wonderful," she said sarcastically.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why are you so demanding? Why can't you just let me go?"
"Because! Intruders pay the price!"
"The price of what?"
George sighed heavily, grabbing her wrist. "Come with me."
"What?" She started to panic, but realized that he wasn't Daniel. George was a beast, Daniel was a human, but George was still less of a prick than Daniel.
He pulled her up the stairs to the northeast wing, to the room above the kitchen. It was another bedroom, and the beast through her towards the bed. She assumed the worst, but assumed wrong.
"I'm not gonna do anything bad to you, Hayden. But you have to understand something."
"What?"
"I haven't always been like this. I used to look just like your brother. A human. I can't explain how this happened, but you have to know that I'm the prey for every hunter and the government out in England. They all have come to capture me at some point. Try to guess why they never leave."
Hayden gasped. He wouldn't. "You- you wouldn't kill them..."
"I didn't. None of them. 11 total have come a tried to capture me. 2 have tried to escape and died in the forest, 2 have starved themselves by never coming out of the room I let them have, and the other 7 committed suicide. I would find them with bullet holes in their head, or a sword in their stomach, or slit throats. I didn't do any of it, and they only had to stay a week to suffer the consequences of trespassing. You wouldn't believe it."
He tried desperately to convince Hayden of the truth. Her hand was covering her mouth and her eyes were wide.
"But I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." The Beast took her hand in his big one and her heart skipped a little. His touch was so gentle, featherlike.
"You... you promise?"
"I promise." Hayden was under some kind of trance until she snapped out of it, taking her hand away.
"Um, I'm gonna go to the office. I have stuff to do."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go back to my room." Hayden pushed past him first and went across the landing to her room. She shut the door urgently and started to cry for no reason.
"Hayden! What's the matter dear?" Pattie approached her and stood next to her on the bed as she sat.
"I don't know, I just can't stay here. I have to get out of here." She stood up and took off her pants and shirt that Maureen had provided for her and put her skinny jeans and t-shirt back on along with her leather jacket. Maureen and Pattie watched with sad eyes.
"Hayden, love, I don't know if it's a good idea to try."
"I don't care. I just can't stay." She pulled her hair up in a ponytail and left the room, only to be faced by George again.
"Oh, hi, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner."
Hayden took a deep breath, wiping her eyes. "Um, I'll think about it."
"You okay?"
"Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. I'm alright. I just- I miss my brother."
George felt bad. But what he didn't know was that she had an extreme strong connection to him because he was basically the only person she grew up with. He didn't know that she raised him up and cared about him more than anyone else.
"Where are you going?"
"Can I just go out to the back? I just need to think about something."
"Sure. Just don't bother trying to get out. It's impossible through the back." Hayden's stomach turned and she drew in a deep breath again, crossing her arms.
"Thanks." She went past him and down the stairs, to the back as promised. She wasn't going to escape yet. That would happen tonight.