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Beast

Flora_Winters

I do not own Beauty and the Beast, and I’m not making any money writing this story either.

Summary: Cheating, a broken heart, and a terrible curse are only the beginnings of this morbid little fairytale. Language, MM, OC, and Violence

Chapter One

Christian Bell was the youngest of seven sons. His father, Lucien Bell, he had been the same. There was supposed to be something special about being the seventh son of a seventh son. But, there was nothing special about him at all. All of his older brothers possessed special talents and gifts.

Davin was the oldest and he was blessed with good looks. He was devilishly handsome, and he knew it as well. Gabriel was the second oldest and he was very smart. Christopher was the third oldest and he was really, really strong. Michael was the fourth oldest and he could create anything out of wood. Jacob was the fifth oldest and he could make a dead stick bloom with colorful blossoms. Even Noah had a special gift. He was the sixth oldest and he could draw anything he looked at.

It just wasn’t fair. His brothers had special talents and he didn’t have a one. The only things he liked to do was read books and daydream about silver palaces floating in azure skies. He once read about a beautiful faerie that was so powerful, he could transform clouds into floating castles. That caused him to shake his head as he gazed out the open window.

His beautiful mother had died soon after giving birth to him. The same thing had happened to his father’s lovely mother. He was told that it was like she had just faded like a sweet-smelling rose does at the end of summer. It made him sad sometimes. Had he killed his mother?

“Good Lord,” a frightened voice gasped, making him spin around in the pink light of morning. It was his father. He was still in his long nightshirt.

“Are you all right, Father?”

The man scratched the back of his head.

“You looked just like your mother standing there in the window like that.”

Christian felt himself blush pink. His brother’s often teased him about looking like a girl when his back was turned. It was because he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch his molten silver locks. He refused to let it be cut. His glossy hair was like a security blanket.

“Do I?” He asked, running a slender hand through the straight strands.

His father nodded his head. “Are you going into town today?”

Christian smiled warmly. “A new book has come in for me.”

“What is this?” A voice asked and Davin came strutting into the room like the vain peacock that he was. “You’re getting a new book? Whatever will this one be about, brother dear? Will it be about a beautiful princess running away from a terrible beast of a man who haunts some darkened palace above a stormy sea?”

Christian rolled his smoky eyes. Davin hated books. He hated them more than bathing in cold water, which he often voiced rather loudly.

“No,” he told him, stepping aside for him. “I don’t know what it will be about. You know how I love surprises.”

Davin snorted. He was all dressed up. He must be off to woo another village maid or something.

“I want breakfast!” Noah shouted, racing into the room. He was covered in paint. It was hard to believe that he was older than him. “I want breakfast, Chrissy!”

He must have been up painting all night. He was bad about that. The poor thing never slept anymore. He feared that his dear brother’s muse was soon going to drive him insane. But, artistic geniuses were often mad.

“Noah!” A loud voice shrieked in outrage. It was Jacob. “Did you pick my black hydrangea?”

Noah squeaked, made a sudden face, and darted from the room like a fox. It made Christian laugh.

A loud explosion suddenly shook the entire house, causing Davin to roar at the top of his manly lungs.

“GABRIEL!” He shouted, grabbing the broom from the corner, banging the end against the ceiling above their heads with it. “STOMP YOUR STUPID FEET IF YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?”

Christian didn’t even batter a long lash. He could hear the stomping. In all honesty, the house was in a constant state of chaos. It was a right madhouse.

“Christopher!” Michael yelled. “Get up and come lift this new bed I made!”

Christian took a deep breath. All of his brothers were crazy in some way and they were always having fun it seemed. He felt sort of left out.

“Father?” he asked, turning to him. “Are you still going on that business trip to the city?

Lucien nodded his white head. “It is a big deal, Christian. If all goes well, you will be able to have all the books you want. You can start your own library.”

Christian looked away from him. He cared not about all that.

“I just wish you wouldn’t go alone. You know how bad your sense of direction has gotten.”

Davin grabbed him from behind, pulling him back against him, resting his chin on top of his head. “Why not let me come along with you, Father? I’d really like to see the big city.”

“City girls,” Christian corrected, only to yelp when Davin pinched him under the arm. It actually stung.

“Little boys shouldn’t speak to their elders with such sharp tongues,” Davin sneered ever so playfully.

“For once you’re right, Dav,” Christian said, pulling away from him. “You are getting rather old. Shouldn’t you be married?”

He turned with a glow in his grey eyes, seeing his brother’s nostrils flare in outrage. He took off running. Davin was very conscious about his good looks. He was so vain.

“COME BACK HERE!” Davin roared, giving chase on booted feet. “I’LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE WICKED WORDS WITH A HELPING OF NOAH’S SPECIAL FERTILIZER!”

“I’m off to the bookstore, Father!” Christian shouted over his slender shoulder, zooming out the front door. “Don’t leave until I get back!”

“GET BACK HERE!” Davin growled from close behind. “I DIDN’T GIVE YOU LEAVE!”

Christian laughed as he practically frolicked across the wooden bridge Michael had rebuilt. “Be careful, Dav,” he cooed, spinning around, skipping backwards like a graceful butterfly. “You don’t want to get all stinky with sweat.”

Davin froze dead in his tracks with a slight skid. Oh, he looked positively murderous.

Christian waved to him, winking before sprinting off. The warm wind billowed through his long hair, making it flutter out like silver wings. He couldn’t wait to see what book had come in for him. He hoped it was about an exciting adventure.

~*~

Tristan Brock was peeking between books, seeing the silver haired beauty with his slender back turned to him. He had secretly followed him into this musty smelling place of mold and yellow paper. What was it about books? Every time he saw the boy, he had his perfect nose in a book.

Christian Bell was more beautiful than any girl in the whole village. He was like fresh fallen snow on the first day of winter. That was how flawless his white skin was. Oh, he just wanted to touch him.

He quickly sniffed his armpits and decided it was time to accidentally bump into him. Today was the day. He was going to tell him how he truly felt. He was going to tell the very beautiful Christian Bell that he was in love with him. If all went well, then he would be very happy. If all did not go well, then he was still going to have to do what his father told him. He was going to have to leave the village and move to the big city to be trained by his seafaring uncle, his father’s twin brother.

But, if Christian did turn from him, he was just going to hang himself in the forest. He had even gotten the rope he was going to use should his heart be broken.

~*~

Christian turned, running right smack into what felt like a brick wall. He would have fallen backwards had a pair of strong hands not quickly and gently grabbed him, steadying him.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, looking up from the books that had fallen at his feet. “Oh, Tristan…”

“Hi,” the golden headed young man smiled with white teeth. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

Christian nodded his head. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. Thank you for catching me.”

“You’re welcome,” Tristan said. “That’s what friends do, right?”

“Why are you in here?” Christian asked him as he knelt down to pick up his books, but Tristan stopped him from doing so. He watched the taller man begin picking them up for him. “I thought you hated to read.”

“Oh, I do,” Tristan said, holding the books in his arms. “But I do like looking at the pictures.”

Christian rolled his eyes. Why was he in here for real? Was he up to some kind of mischief again? The guy was always playing some kind of trick on him.

“What are you up to?” Christian asked, looking up and then around. “Is something going to fall on me again?”

Tristan quickly shook his head. “I’m not up to anything…this time.”

Christian pursed his lips, looking at the brown skinned man. Tristan could give Davin a run for his looks if he was vain enough to care.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked. “You look guilty of something.”

He watched the taller man bite his bottom lip. Now he really did look guilty. He began to brace himself for whatever was going to happen.

“Okay,” Tristan said, toeing at the ground. “Can we go somewhere to talk privately?”

“What’s wrong?” Christian suddenly asked in concern. There was a fearful look in those brown eyes. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” Tristan said, shaking his head, laughing nervously. “Everything is fine.”

“Okay,” Christian told him. “Let me check out these books and pick up my new one then.”

Tristan nodded, and Christian turned from him. He could hear the gentle giant lumbering around behind him.

“Did you find what you were looking for, Mr. Bell?” The old shopkeeper asked. His name was Armand Barrett. He was in his eighties. “And I have that new book you ordered as well. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you so very much, Mr. Barrett,” he said, placing the books carefully into his bag. “I’ll let you know.”

“What brings you in here, Mr. Brock?” Mr. Barrett asked.

“Nothing,” Tristan said. “I saw Christian and came to see him.”

“Ah,” the old man said, looking put down a little bit. “And here I thought Mr. Bell might have brought you some enlightenment.”

Christian laughed, playfully punching Tristan in the shoulder. “I’m still trying, Mr. Barrett.”

“Well,” Mr. Barrett said, waving the two off. “You two take care and enjoy this beautiful morning. I hear it is going to get rather nasty later on today and this week.”

Christian made a face. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Barrett.”

The brass bell jingled as the two teens exited the shop, walking down the cobbled sidewalk. Christian looked over at his taller friend.

“Where do you want to go and talk?” He asked him.

Tristan looked over at him. “Someplace where nobody can hear what I’m about to tell you.”

Christian suddenly felt strange. What in the world was wrong with his friend?

He followed along beside Tristan towards the Gray Forest. The leaves were green and birds were happily chirping away. The two of them walked in silence for some time.

“So,” Christian said, putting down his bag, looking around. “What did you want to tell me?”

Tristan walked a couple steps beyond him, keeping his broad back to him. Christian just looked at him.

“Tristan?”

“You’re my best friend,” Tristan slowly said, not facing him. “And I never want to hurt you. I will never hurt you, Christian.”

Christian blinked. What in the world was he going on about?

“I’m afraid,” Tristan whispered. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

Christian cocked his head to the side, making his hair shimmer in the beam of light that was shining down on him. “What are you talking about? You’re my best friend, Tristan. How could I ever hate you? You protect me and you even saved my life.”

He remembered how that wolf had attacked him four years ago. He still had the scar. If it hadn’t been for Tristan, he’d probably be dead.

“Tell me,” Christian said. “What’s wrong?”

“I love you!” Tristan shouted. His voice echoed.

A warm wind, smelling of honeysuckle gently blew through Christian’s shiny hair. He blinked his eyes. He looked down, seeing that Tristan’s hands were at his sides, clenched into large fists.

“I love you,” Tristan whispered, slowly turning around to face him. “I love you more than anything.”

He didn’t know what to say. He felt like he was in one of his books. Only, he wasn’t a girl.

“I was going to tell you on that day,” Tristan said, taking a small step towards him. “But, that wolf. I almost lost you. I could have lost you. I couldn’t lose you. I was terrified that I would lose you if I told you then.”

Christian dropped his eyes, turning his face to the side. Tristan had been keeping this secret all this time?

“I love you,” Tristan said again. “I really, really love you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Tristan…”

“Do you hate me?” Tristan slowly asked, suddenly taking a step back like a wounded animal. “Do you think me sick?”

Christian quickly looked up at him. His eyes were stinging him. He could still feel those sharp teeth and hear his own cries for help. His heart was wounded.

“I love you,” Tristan whispered.

“People will hate us,” Christian said.

“I don’t give a damn what others think!” Tristan snarled angrily. “People know me and they know you. We’re good people. We have respectable families. Wait…”

Christian felt his knees trembling.

“You…” Tristan said. “You…”

Christian smiled, letting a tear fall. “You’re an idiot.”

Tristan suddenly had him in his powerful arms, squeezing him ever so gently. Christian stood just the way he was, letting himself be embraced by the muscular giant.

“You saved me,” Christian whispered, wrapping his arms around him. “How could I not love you?”

Tristan kissed him chastely on the cheek. Christian smiled and they kissed on the lips. It felt just like something from a book.

“My brothers,” he suddenly said, pulling back. “They’ll kill you.”

Tristan made a face.

“Gabriel will hook you up to some machine,” he said, listing things off. “Jacob will use you as fertilizer for his hyacinths. Christopher will throw an ox at you. Michael will lock you up in the coffin he just made and have Jacob bury you in the garden while Noah paints it.”

He was silenced with another kiss. It was so warm and wonderful.

“What about Davin?” Tristan asked. “What will he do?”

“Eh,” Christian said, rolling his eyes. “He wouldn’t be able to leave his mirror long enough to do anything. Plus, all I have to do is look at him in horror and shout wrinkle and he’d run like a girl back to his room just to make sure I was lying, giving you plenty of time to run.”

Tristan snorted and then looked really serious. “You love me?”

Christian lowered his head, looking down at Tristan’s large booted feet. What did that one book say about a man who has large feet? He couldn’t remember.

He looked back up, nodding. “I love you.”

Tristan smiled. It reminded Christian of the sun. His smile was just that warm.

“Come on,” Tristan said, leading him by the hand through the trees. “You can read me a story.”

Christian laughed. “You’ll just fall asleep.”

“Perhaps,” Tristan said. “I love hearing you speak.”

Christian felt his heart do a little pitter-patter.

“Um,” he said, looking back. “We’re leaving my books.”

The two made a quick u-turn.

~*~

“All right, Christian,” Davin said, looking across the wooden table at him. “The time has come, brother dear. Spill those red lips. What are you hiding?”

Christian didn’t even hear him. His mind was back in the forest, resting in Tristan’s muscular arms. The two of them had kissed, touched each other, and even cried for a little bit. He was so very, very happy.

“Christian!” Davin snapped.

He eyes unglazed. “Yes?”

Davin put a gloved hand to his forehead, rolling his eyes. “Your elbow is in your salad that Jacob has so graciously grown for us.”

Jacob snorted. “The spinach is really good this year.”

“You look so happy, Christian,” Noah said. The tip of his nose was blue and his cheeks were splattered with specks of yellow. “Is your new book that good?”

“Yes,” his father said from the head of the long table. “What has happened to put that look of bliss on your face?”

“Is it a girl?” Michael asked.

Davin snorted. “I’m sure.”

Gabriel pursed his lips at him. “Don’t be mean, Davin.”

Christopher smiled. “Well, what is it, Chrissy?”

“I really like my new book,” Christian lied. “It is really funny.”

Davin hissed under his breath. “He lies.”

Christian looked over at him. “Why do you say that?”

“No book you’ve ever read has ever put that look on your face,” he said, pushing his plate away. “I know that look. It’s the look all the girls give me.”

Lucien cleared his throat and Christian suddenly felt trapped. What was he going to do?

“Christian,” Lucien said, looking at him with tenderness. “I’ll be leaving within the hour. Why don’t you just tell your brothers what I came across today in the forest?”

Christian gasped. The air froze in his lungs. His father knew? His father had seen!

“I knew it!” Davin said, clapping his hands. “Who was it?”

“I heard everything, Chrissy,” Lucien smiled, wiping his mouth off with the napkin from his lap. “It’s okay.”

He looked down at his lap, seeing that he was squeezing his own napkin.

“Tristan…”

Jacob dropped his fork and Christopher’s jaw hit the table.

Gabriel looked over at Michael.

Noah scratched his nose. “Tristan?”

Davin blinked his eyes several times and suddenly howled with laughter.

Christian was taken aback by his reaction. Why was he laughing like a crazy person?

“I knew it!” He laughed, slamming both hands down on the table, laughing even more. “Where’s my money, Gaby?”

“What?” Christian asked, looking around at his family. “You all knew?”

Noah licked his spoon. “What about Tristan?”

Davin made a lewd gesture and Noah cocked his head to the side.

“Oh,” Noah said, nodding his head. “It’s about time.”

“About time?” Christian asked him.

“You say his name in your sleep all the time,” Noah smiled.

“I do?” Christian asked.

Noah nodded. “All the time. Didn’t I say that?”

Christopher was on his feet, leaving the table.

“Hey!” Christian shouted. “Where are you going?”

“To beat up the man that seduced my little brother,” he calmly said, searching for his shoes.

“NO!” Christian shouted. “You can’t do that!”

“Everyone calm down,” Lucien said, smiling up at the ceiling, and then got to his feet. “Christian, come help me get ready.”

“Oh, don’t you dare,” Christian hissed at Christopher. “I’ll put a snake in one of your boots.”

Christopher chuckled. “You would?”

Christian nodded. “Well, I’ll have Jacob do it.”

“Christian,” Lucien said. “Come help you father get ready.”

“Oh,” he said, rising. “I’m sorry.”

Davin sat back in his chair. “I’m seeing a new jacket in my near future, brother of mine.”

Gabriel made a face. “You can’t be serious. You know I just spent all my allowance on those new bottles.”

Michael leaned forward. “Oh, he’s dead serious.”

Christian couldn’t believe it. They had all known?

“Father?” He asked.

“You’re my youngest son,” Lucien said, leading the way up the stairs. “I just had a feeling.”

Christian followed him.

“I just want you to be careful,” he said, leading the way to his room. “Not everyone in the village is as crazy as we are. They might not understand.”

“I know,” Christian said, feeling bad. It shouldn’t be like that. But, that’s just the way the world was. “Tristan is a big guy. He beat that wolf up.”

Lucien turned, looking at him. “And that’s the only reason why I’m allowing this. He saved your life and he loves you. I heard him say that he would do anything for you.”

Christian looked down at his feet.

“I had a talk with him.”

Christian quickly looked back up, frightened.

“He will be leaving for the city in a week,” Lucien said. “He must find a way to support you.”

Christian narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a girl. I can support myself.”

“I know this,” Lucien said. “But I want to see what he will do for you.”

“You’re testing him,” Christian said.

Lucien nodded. “You’re my youngest son. It is what any good, caring, responsible and loving father would do.”

“A week?” Christian asked. “But…we just…”

“It will be okay,” Lucien smiled, hugging his son. “Tristan is the son of a wealthy businessman and his uncle is a wealthy ship captain. He will do well. His father believes in him and likes you very much. The city is rather kind to people…people who love like you do.”

Christian hugged his father back.

“Now come on,” Lucien said, letting him go. “Let’s take my bags down.”

Christian helped him.

“Oh, before I forget,” Lucien said. “What would you like for me to bring you back?”

Christian racked his brain. What did he want?

“Well,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve not seen a rose in ages, Father. Would you bring me back a red rose?”

Lucien snorted. “I think I can manage.”

Christian smiled. “Thank you.”

Jacob could make any flower grow, all except for roses.

~*~

There was the sound of distant thunder as Christian waved his father off. The horse-drawn carriage soon vanished from sight.

“Oh, goodie,” Noah said, clapping his hands. “I love thunder. I just wish I could draw it.”

“Christian,” Davin purred from beside his other brothers. “You simply must invite Mr. Brock to sup with us tonight.”

Gabriel nodded. “We promise not to eat him.”

“And I wont hit him,” Christopher muttered under his breath. “Too hard…”

“If either of you do anything to hurt him in any way,” Christian said, looking from one to the next with a scorching gaze. “I’ll make you wish you’d left with Father.”

He walked off, shaking his head, muttering under his breath, just catching Davin’s words.

“Did you see the way he looked at us?” The eldest slightly chuckled. “He looked just like mother when she was hissing mad.”

“I’m not mad!” He yelled, spinning around, walking backwards. “I’m making a point!”

Davin laughed out loud. “She always said the same thing to Father.”

Christian blinked, turning back around. Had she?

Thunder boomed. The storm Mr. Barrett had been talking about was rolling in. He began to jog off towards Tristan’s home.

It was going to be a long night.

His brothers had better take heed. That was all he had to say. He read books. He knew how to take revenge.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. This story is going to be so much fun. I have so many ideas. So, let me know what y’all think.
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