Beauty and the Beast [ #justwriteit #altending #wattpad10 ]

II. Rococo Blues

Emmy Rossum plays Belle. Pic above.

The creature Prince Sebastian has turned into. The beast.

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Beast paced back and forth his chambers as he awaited for the fair maiden to awake, though, a fair maiden? He wasn't sure if that was what he would use to describe the little spitfire.

He had waited over four hundred years for this moment; A girl to pluck a rose and prick her finger in the gardens of the castle. As promised by the witch, Beast never wanted to cause her harm when he sensed her blood.

He had watched her from the moment she came roaring up the path on that dreadful loud contraption, watching her as she wandered through his home.

He had expected her to scream in fright once Beast had grabbed her arm but the moment she felt his claws on her skin, she not only screamed but attempted to slay him and proceeded to bash his window out and tried to jump!

A maiden, wearing pants, tried to jump eight feet to the ground! How preposterous! She acted like a savage girl! Where on earth did this girl come from. Is that how ladies dress and act these days?

Beast didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew was that she was able to break the curse the moon had over him and he would be able to see his human face once more.

He had forgotten what he even looked like. So many years living as this creature, this Lycan; Never being able to see his real face. He had all the mirrors smashed, not wanting to see the reflection of the monster who stared back at him.

He continued to pace angrily, worried about the girl. He hadn't meant to cause her harm but she would not stop fighting him so he did the only thing he knew to do. He hit her over the head with a gold candlestick in hopes she would conk out for a bit, giving him time to prepare for their talk. He hadn't expected this, after all.

He hadn't expected any fair maiden to come along, not anymore. It had been so long and not one person besides menacing children trying to be brave, had come to the castle all this time.

"Your Highness. Why not simply go wake the girl?" His old servant, Bartholomew, spoke to Beast through the painting.

Upon the witch's curse, the servants of the castle were allowed to live but their bodies were placed inside paintings on the walls. Living breathing portraits. They could talk and move their eyes but nothing more than that. The witch had left many things out when she had explained the curse.

Especially the fact that he would share the castle with more cursed Lycans.

Beast turned to the framed portrait of his old personal servant and snarled angrily, "I hit her over the head! I doubt she will be inclined to simply talk to me. Especially when I tell her that she has to fall in love with me for the curse to be broken!" He growled, flinging objects off his desk with a swipe of his arm.