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

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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 Two

Tristan's home was three stories high and built from grey stones. It had more windows than one would want to count and many of them were larger than a person standing tall. The home was grand and imposing, but the family dwelling within would give a complete stranger the shirt off their backs. They were just that kind, warm and charitable, but never advertised it. It was a sure sign of true charity.

Standing before the large wooden door, Christian knocked his usual three times and took a small step back. The manor was so large it would probably take a few moments for someone to answer. He hoped someone would come soon. They sky was growing dark with ominous storm clouds. He silently prayed that his father would be well and that his brothers were not planning something besides just supper. He'd hate to have to punish them.

A warm breeze lifted his silver strands, making him look back the way he'd walked. The mere echo of a chill went sliding down his spine. It almost felt as though someone or something was watching him from some hidden place.

He narrowed his eyes, betting it was one of his brothers. In fact, it could be all six of them come to watch. Well, if that was the case, he wasn't going to oblige them. He would simply leave them out here for the rain to catch. It would serve each of them right for spying. He wasn't about to give them a show to watch. If they wanted something like that, they could all just scuttle on down to the town tavern. Jewel's always had some kind of show going on. He'd never been, but Davin was always going on about the blondes. Apparently they're very flexible.

He was seriously giving it some thought to just pick up a rock and send it flying with all his might into the bushes. That would send them running for it, but he didn't want to accidentally blind one of them should his aim be true. The last thing he wanted was for one of his brothers to have an excuse to start acting like a pirate. An eye patch would not do. Plus, he'd have to live with the guilt and he didn't want that.

Glancing at the closed door again, he began to wonder what in the world was taking so long. It wasn't like the Brock family to leave a visitor waiting outside like this.

"Hello!" He called out, knocking on the door once more. "Is anyone in?"

It wasn't graceful. He knew that, but now he was beginning to worry. Someone should have answered the door by now.

He was just about to knock again, when the door suddenly swung open. Thunder boomed and Christian stumbled backwards with a startled gasp.

Tristan stood in the open doorway with a big, goofy smile blossoming on his face. "Hi," he said, grinning from ear to ear, suddenly looking up at the darkening sky. "Why are you out in this soon to be bad weather?"

Christian raked a pale hand through his hair, smiling right along with the giant. "I've come to invite you to supper."

The blond beamed, suddenly blushing. He looked around.

"I want to kiss you again. You've made me so happy."

"Not here," Christian whispered, pointing over his shoulder. "I think my brothers may be watching."

Tristan looked over the smaller teen's head. "They're very good at hiding."

He shrugged his slender shoulders. "They like to think they are."

Tristan laughed and gently caressed a soft, smooth cheek with his large hand. Christian almost shivered. The touch was so warm and tender. His eyes held such emotion.

"Would you like to come inside?" The bigger teen asked. "I'm sure I can find us an old tapestry to hide behind."

Christian put his smaller hand over Tristan's and shook his head. He wanted to, but he needed to get back.

"I need to get back and help cook. The last thing I want is for one of them to get inspired, wonder off, and let the house burn down before supper even gets started."

Tristan leaned over and placed a cloud soft kiss on top of his silver head. "What time should I arrive then?"

Christian looked up at him. His pale cheeks were the color of fresh plum blossoms.

"Around eight."

The bigger teen nodded. "I'll see you around eight then."

They both hugged a moment longer.

Christian gave him his happiest smile ever and really had to struggle with himself. He wanted to happily skip away, but his brothers would never let him live that down.

He walked off as quickly as he could, before he could take Tristan up on that offer about finding an old tapestry. But, he slowly turned back around. Tristan was still standing there in the open door and he was waving to him.

Christian waved back, before heading towards home again. He had the oddest feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't place what it was about. Something was tugging at him. He chose to ignore it. Everything was fine.

When he was further away from Brock Manor, he stopped along the path.

"You can come out now," he said, looking left and right. "I know you're there."

Nobody came stepping out of the bushes or from behind trees. No one answered. All he could hear was the birds and another boom of thunder. The storm was getting closer.

Could he have been mistaken then?

No.

Someone had been watching him. He was sure of it. He had felt those eyes on him.

Was that a growl?

Sharp teeth!

A twig snapped to his left and he took off racing like a deer. He didn't stop running until he was safely at his door.

"Hey, Chrissy!" Christopher called to him from around the corner of the house. "Jacob and Noah need your help in the kitchen."

"Where are the others?" He asked, struggling to catch his breath.

"Michael is in the shed, Gabriel's hair is now blue, and Davin is over at Ellen's," he answered, beginning to look concern. "Why are you breathing so hard? Are you okay? Did that…"

Christian held up a hand. "I wanted to beat the rain."

No sooner had he spoken, the rain began to fall. He quickly went inside, not seeing the oddest expression fall over his older brother's now rain soaked face."

Closing the door behind him, he leaned back against it. Something had been watching him. He was now sure of it more than ever.

"Chrissy!" Noah cried, poking his paint stained face around the corner. "I burned water!"

"Gods!" Jacob shouted. "Would you look at the size of this zucchini? I'll wait and slice this one up so Tristan can watch how good I am at it."

Christian's left eye twitched.

Give me strength.

Noah laughed.

~OOOOO~

Christopher Bell finally came in out of the rain, taking hold of a piece of cloth and dried his face off. He had heard his littlest brother speak, but just before the rain fell, the last word from Christian's mouth had not been anything he had ever heard before. It hadn't been English.

Christian's voice had taken a tone sharper than a blade and it had cut the air like lightning. Deep and hollow. The word had echoed.

"I want to beat the ULMA."

Rain had quickly fallen. He doubted his littlest brother even noticed he'd switched to another dialect. But, then again, his littlest brother did read many books. It was un-telling how many languages Christian had come across over the years he spent lost between the pages of books.

He took a seat, ignoring Michael's hammering. Christian's eyes hadn't looked like this littlest brother's eyes.

They had looked green for a moment. A green he couldn't even describe. Not even the color of grass after a spring shower or emeralds could describe the frightening shade they had taken.

He shook his head, deciding to blame the whole thing on a lack of sleep. Plus, Christian could have just been playing with him. Deciding to get him back for wanting to beat up Tristan.

But…those eyes…

Just a trick of the light.

"Come here and hold this down," Michael called over his shoulder. "This coffin needs another nail."

He got up and walked over, giving his younger sibling a strong hand.

~OOOOO~

Christian left the soup to gently simmer under the watchful eye of Gabriel. He needed to wash and dress himself. He wanted to look his very best for supper. It wasn't that he needed to impress Tristan, but it would be lots of fun doing so.

It was an hour before seven and the rain was really coming down. He looked towards his window and hoped his father was well. He knew how he hated travelling when the weather was foul. Well, at least it wasn't cold enough for snow. That was one good thing about summer.

He picked up his book and smiled. It was called Mirror, Mirror. A tale about a creepy princess, a paranoid queen, and a prince who was lousy with directions. A rare piece of comedy that had him cracking up at the most inconvenient moments. Sometimes a familiar passage would randomly pop into his mind and he would crack up on the spot. It was no wonder most people in the village thought him odd. Most people don't read. A very sad thing. A tragedy really. Maybe he would start a book club. The meetings would be quick.

He put the book back down, began to wash, and then started to dress himself afterwards. He decided on black pants and a midnight blue silk shirt with lace sleeves and collar.

A knock came at his door and Davin popped his head in. His oldest brother whistled approval.

"You look very nice."

Christian turned from the mirror. "Really?"

Davin nodded, stepping in. He walked over, taking the brush from him and began combing his silver strands.

Silence passed for several moments.

"You look so much like Mom."

Christian closed his eyes. "I don't have hips."

Davin chuckled. "My little willow twig."

The two laughed.

"There," Davin said, tying back his silver tresses. "You're stunning now."

Christian looked at himself in the mirror's oval surface. He thought he looked like he always did, just with more polish, gloss and shine.

The clock began to chime half past seven. It was now time to set the table and get all in order.

"Knock him dead," Davin grinned. "Michael has a coffin ready."

Christian rolled his eyes. Someone was getting extra spice on their lamb. One shouldn't upset the cook. Terrible things could happen.

"I'll have the good china waiting," Davin told him, exiting the room.

The rain had finally stopped but it was still thundering. He got to his feet.

Please don't let them do anything stupid.

TBC…

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~Flora
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