Another Fairytale - Sacrificed to the Beast ✓ (completed)

Chapter 17

A/N: I'm on fire! 

  I had the day pictured in my mind perfectly as I explained exactly what had happened that day.

"It was a really nice day. The sun was bright and the breeze was just right to keep as all comfortable in the heat. I was eighteen-"

"Wait. How old are you now?" Bella interrupted.

I pouted at her. "None of your business."

She waved her hand around. "You did kinda kidnap me and are keeping me her against my will. I think I have the right to ask how old you are."

"It really doesn't matter. Now, back to my story. Hot day, pretty girl. I fell in love, confessed my love to the aforementioned pretty girl who turned out to be a witch and got cursed into this state for the rest of my life. Blah blah blah, the end."

She glared at me from the other side of the old wood table. "That didn't answer any of my questions."

I just shrugged at her. "Then ask me questions. My story is to long to even think about telling."

She sat silently, leaning against the counter. I watched her for a moment immediately knowing she was up to no good when her eyes lit up like the Fourth of July.

"You said I could ask anything... right?"

"Yes," I hesitantly answered.

"Then how old are you?"

I groaned and banged my head onto the table. "Anything but that."

She huffed but came up with another question. "What was the girl's name?"

I hesitated but told her the truth. It's not like she knew Larissa's real identity. "Her name was Magenta."

Bella through her hands up in the air. "You fell in love with a girl named after a color?"

I pushed of the counter and grabbed an apple. "Sorry, Miss Sassy. Not all of us judge people based on their name or looks."

She snorted in very unladylike fashion. "Trust me I don't like you for either of those things."

I froze mid-bite into the apple. "Did you just say you like me?"

She froze just like I had before shaking it off. "No. I was saying I don't like you. You have a stupid name and a cows behind is more enticing to look at," she shrugged it off.

I rolled my eyes but didn't question her further. "Next question," I said through a mouth full of apple.

"Were you originally from Tarrence?"

I shook my head and swallowed the bite. "Different town a few days walk from here. I honestly don't remember the name because it's been so long."

"How old were you when you were cursed?"

"Eighteen." I watched Owen peek around the corner but ducks back behind when he saw us not yelling or trying to kill one another. Quite an improvement.

"What exactly was the curse?"

I sighed out heavily. I wasn't ready for her to know but I could lie and risk loosing her trust. "She tore my personality in two. The me you usually see is the better half. The side that your town so kindly nicknamed The Beast is not so kind. She took all my anger and resentment, any emotion that could be dangerous, and gave it its own thoughts. I control it most of the time but when one of those emotions get to strong, I turn into a wolf. Magenta had an obsession with the beauty of wolves and how dangerous they actually are. Once the curse takes over, there is only so much controlling I can do."

She hesitated a moment. "C-can I see it. You cursed half?"

I shook my head. "I can't risk hurting you."

"I'll run if he looks like he'll hurt me," she pleaded.

"And bring out the hunting instinct? No. Let it go, Bella."

She glared at me from across the table. "Fine. How long will the curse last."

I chuckled to myself. "From the look of things right now, forever."

Her shocked eyes met mine. "How could anyone be that cruel? She cursed you forever?"

I shook my head and took a bite out of the formerly neglected, browning apple. "Might as well have. The curse will last until I find the one who was made for me. The one who will love me as I am."

She said nothing as she looked into her lap. "Why am I here?" She finally questioned.

Owen jumped around the corner then, obviously having been eavesdropping. "I think you might be the one for Ben. I think you can break the curse."

She shook her head slowly at first, then frantically. "I can't."

"Why?" Owen wined.

"I-I just can't. I'm sorry. Can I go home now?"

Owen moved by my side and glared at her. "No. Why can't you love him? You need to have a better answer than 'I just can't.'"

"I'm going to be married to Aaron."

I growled animalistically. "Why do you always have to chose him over me? What does he have that I don't?"

She got up and started to leave the room, favoring her wrapped ankle.

"Answer me," I demanded on a growl. "You aren't answering because you don't know."

"If you would learn to control yourself, I might actually have to try a little harder to come up with an answer."

She left the room, leaving my heart stinging and mind frazzled.

"Why do you have to keep trying?" I asked Owen, wining like a kicked puppy. I might as well have been. I felt like one. "This is the third girl you've tried. No one can love me when they are to scared of getting hurt."

   "Bella is different," Owen insisted. "Trust me. She just needs some time."