Disclaimer: Nothing from the Beauty and the Beast is mine…I just wanted to write about it :) lol

Authors Note: This is my first time at writing a BATB fanfic so please be nice and don’t kill me if I suck or anything :) thanks! Anywho I hope you like the first chapter.

Chapter One: Just Me

I t was a cool Sunday morning and Helena sat on the cold but soft snow, hearing the wind rustle the trees through out the grave yard. Helena sighed picking up the glass jar that held her small pet spider ‘King Henry the 14th’ and rubbed her thumb against the glass.

“So what do you wish to do now your highness?” She asked in an uninterested tone, “We’ve already visited ‘George Hunt’ here” She said resting her hand on a tombstone that she was leaning on. She watched as King Henry climbed up on the side of the other side of the glass, as if pointing near the village.

“If your intending me to go and visit with the villagers and make small talk, you’ve got another thing coming,” She said with a frown, “You know as well as I do that they don’t like me,” The spider scampered to the other side of the jar as if to say ‘I give up,’ She sighed and set the glass jar down on the snow mound.

“Your right , why even bother doing something today anyway?”

“Helena! Helena!”

Helena looked up and saw her middle sister Belle run up the hill where she was, wrapped in a beautiful shawl that that she received as an early Christmas present. Helena bit her lip as she got up, her fingerless gloved hands holding ‘King Henry the 14th’

“Helena where have you been? Genevieve thought you’d be with us with us helping with the Christmas party. But Tom said that-“

“That I’d be here?” Helena questioned lamely. Belle smiled and nodded her head.

“Precisely,” She said cheerfully. Helena nodded her head trying her best not to fidget with the glass jar she held in her hands.

“Come,” said Belle smiling, “Lets head back before you catch a cold,” taking hold of her hand Belle led Helena out of the cemetery and into the home she dreaded.

“Who invented Missile Toe Genevieve?” Helena asked as she hung the missile toe in the doorway. She heard her older sister huff.

“I don’t know,” She said irritably, “Why do you wish to know anyway?” Helena shrugged as she climbed down the stepping stool.

“I just wanted to know that’s all,” She said, “Nothing wrong with asking an honest question is there?”

“It is if the person is always honest,” Remarked Genevieve irritably. Helena picked up King Henry and held the glass jar in her hands trying her best not to go and push her older sister off the stepping stool.

“Genevieve stop acting like a brat-everyone knows that you and Marcus stopped seeing each other, so would you please-just stop taking your anger out on us,” Belle snapped. Genevieve who was on the stepping stool hanging up a wreath gave a huff, jumping down from the stool.

“I wasn’t taking my anger out on anybody, I was speaking the truth!” She snapped. With anger in her eyes Genevieve turned her head around nodding toward Helena. “Besides we all know that Helena should stop with the sincerity stage and grow up!” Helena looked down at the glass jar and headed upstairs. She didn’t need to listen to her sisters argue again-It always was the same. Genevieve playing the role of the enemy, Belle playing the role of the ally(only out of pity she was sure of it!) and soon they would battle against each other for hours, but soon Belle would win and make Genevieve apologize to her. Helena went into her room and shut the door behind her, not wanting to hear her sisters argue. Without making to much noise she set down the jar on the dusty wooden floor as she bent down on her knees. With nimble quiet fingers she pulled out a loose floor board and took out a small golden telescope. Closing the floor board she got King Henry and walked to the window that hung over her bed and sat on her mattress setting King Henry beside her.

“Alright,” She sighed, “Lets see what there is in the Colossal Beyond,” Taking hold of her telescope she pointed it Northwest where a dark immense forest stretched out across the land. She frowned as she saw a bunch of black birds flew out some part of the forest into the sky as if the devil himself was after them. Biting her lip she pushed a golden button on top of the telescope, to see further when- Hearing the door open she quickly stuffed the telescope behind her.

“Helena listen I’m sor-what’s that?” Genevieve asked suspiciously.

“What’s what?” She said innocently. Genevieve frowned and walked up to Helena suspiciously, as quick as lightning her hand snatched the golden telescope from behind her.

“ Now What’s this!” she snapped. Helena grabbed the glass jar beside her and held it close to her chest.

“A telescope?” she asked. She heard her sister give a frustrated sigh.

“I know it is…but where did it come from?” Helena bit her lip nervously looking down at the jar.

“The attic?” She guessed. Genevieve ran her fingers through her chocolate colored hair.

“Helena you know father doesn’t want us up there!” She cried irritably.

“I know but-“

“Helena just stop…I can understand why you did-what you did but for once can you please just-“ Helena clutched the glass jar tighter against her chest ready for the ‘Grow up Helena and stop spewing out your thoughts like you were four’ Speech. Genevieve sighed and calmly walked over toward the bed and sat down beside her.

“Listen Helena, I’m sorry if I’m always tough on you and everything…but-but don’t you think it’s about time you set your life straight?” She asked gently. Helena nodded her head slowly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” She said honestly, “But I don’t understand why, I can’t just be me,” Genevieve shook her head.

“You see,” she said, “That’s where your wrong, If you want to set your life straight you need to act like someone else-meaning you need to flirt with handsome men, wear bright colors and –God I’m going to hate saying this-get a different pet,” Helena looked at Genevieve as if she was crazy.

“I’m not giving up King Henry!” She said horrified, “I made an oath that I would forever be his friend until death do us part!” Genevieve moaned as she hid her face in her hands.

“Helena you need to get a different pet! How about you get a cat or a poodle?”

“I’m not getting some stupid minded mammal!” She snapped, standing up abruptly. Genevieve shook her head disappointed and confused.

“Helena you know I love you , can’t you see that I just want you to be happy?” Helena looked down at her and set King Henry on the table next to her.

“Maybe I don’t want to be happy-besides I like who I am-“

“But look what you got from it!” cried Genevieve, frustrated. Helena walked over to her sister and sat down next to her.

“Genevieve I don’t care if I’m like everyone else…besides Belle says that it’s good to be an individual,” Genevieve shook her head disagreeing.

“it’s easy for her to say that because she has her life straight,” she explained. Helena grabbed the golden telescope from Genevieve’s hands.

“I don’t care if it’s easy for her or not, I like being who I am,” she stated.

“Helena your sixteen, you don’t have any friends and you daydream too much-it’s time you acted like your age,” Genevieve argued. Helena got on her knees and peered through the telescope and she laughed.

“You mean act like a woman? Never, I’d rather be a girl,” Genevieve sat up and started walking out when she turned around.

“Why are you looking out the window anyways?” Helena smiled as she pointed it Northwest.

“I need to know more about The Colossal Beyond,” She said. Genevieve frowned confused.

“The what?” She asked. Helena sighed wearily saying,

“The forest that’s in the Northwest-“

“Helena…you do know that the forest is really called ‘Mathew the fourth’ right?” she asked. Helena looked at Genevieve numbly,

“Who wishes to name a dark forest after the king?” Genevieve glared at Helena as she said lamely,

“The king himself,” Helena shrugged and continued looking through the telescope, hearing Genevieve walk out of the room.

“At least he named it anyway,” She grumbled.

Authors Note: Alright that was chapter one :) Plz send me a review and tell me what you think!

Quote of the moment: ““I ate some bugs-I ate some grass! I use my hand…to wipe my tears!” (Nacho Libre)