Bella and the Beast
Bella discovers a hidden castle with a secret that will change her life and the course of another.
By Emiliana Keladry
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I also don't own Beauty and the Beast, which belongs to Disney.
Author's note: This idea sorta came to me and wouldn't leave me alone, so I decided to give it a try. It's quite different from my last story and I hope that you enjoy it. It should have lots of humor and romance. It's mainly Bella/Edward, with a dash of all the Cullens. This is considered slight AU and the characters will be a little OCC. I hope that you enjoy it. Please read and review!
"Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle.
Although he had everything his heart desired the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.
But then, one winter's night an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away.
But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty is found within.
And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.
The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen that there was no love in his heart and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and put a powerful spell upon the castle and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.
The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his nineteenth year.
If he learned to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.
As the years past, he fell into despair and lost all hope for who could ever learn to love a beast."
"It's not use. The rose has already begun to wilt."
"Please don't give up Master," a kind voice murmured. "You can't."
"I have no choice!" the beast yelled, tossing the table in front of him and shattering the delicate wood. "I'm a beast! No one could ever love me."
"You weren't always this way. You could try."
The small teapot hopped toward out of the shadows and gave the beast a sad look. He turned to stare at her with his captivating green eyes. She didn't tremble as he growled and pointed a finger at the door to his room.
"Get out!!" the Beast yelled. "Leave me!!"
I saw him before he saw me and I wished that I could run. Jacob Black was coming in my direction. I picked up the romance novel I was glancing at and tossed it into my basket, next to the things that I was going to make for dinner. Jacob loved to follow me around like a puppy dog and ask me to go out with him. He seemed like a nice guy and I was friends with him, but I couldn't date him. His little sidekick was following close behind him. Seth Clearwater was a sweet guy, but I wish that he could find someone else to learn romantic things from. Jacob didn't stand much of a chance.
"Bella Swan, are you reading again?" Jacob asked, pulling the book out of my basket before I could stop him.
"Yes. May I have my book back please?" I asked, putting out my hand.
Jacob stuffed a piece of paper into my hand. I slowly opened it and found his phone number. Biting back a groan, I dropped it on the floor and stole my book back. Dashing off, I headed to go pick up some paper towels since Charlie and I were out. The poor guy couldn't take a hint. I brushed my brown hair back behind my ear, picking out a package from the middle shelf. I knew that Jacob stood beside me. I could feel the heat radiating off his warm body. Sighing, I ignored him and started down a different aisle to pick up some dish soap, the last item on my list.
"Why do you read so much? It isn't natural," Jacob teased. "You could be spending your time with me. I built a car all by myself. I could take you to a movie. Zombies, Zombies is showing tonight."
I groaned internally, not wanting to hear about his car. I also knew that there was no way I wanted to see Zombies, Zombies. It would scare me too much. Turning around quickly, I almost bumped into him.
"Jacob… I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you. You're not my type," I lied, trying to sound kind with my rejection.
I took off running to get away from Jacob as he stood, looking star-struck and confused. The cashier gave me a strange glance as I emptied my basket, trying to calm down. He quickly rang everything up and I paid for it. Pulling my coat tight, I stepped out into the cold Forks weather. The warm weather was fleeting and winter was brewing in the north. Rain poured down on me as I ran to my old truck, parked the farthest away so I didn't run into anyone. Tossing my purchases beside me, I turned on the truck, hearing it roar to life. The slow heater began to push warm air into the vehicle.
It was a short drive to my house. My father, Charlie Swan, was the police chief in Forks and most likely not home yet. I had a little time to myself before I had to start dinner. I unloaded the groceries and pulled out the book I found. I knew that I should email my mom, who lived in Florida, but I didn't have anything new to tell her. The romance novel was about a young woman that discovered a mysterious box of love notes in her attic, all written to her mother that had died several years before. She hunts down the man and falls in love with his son. It was cheesy, but it would entertain me for the time being. Anything was better than my dull life. I flopped down on the couch in the living room and soon found myself wrapped up in the story. I barely heard the door to the house and Charlie hanging up his coat and gun.
"Isabella?" he questioned, stepping into the living room and sitting down on the couch.
I tore my eyes away from the book and looked up into his exhausted brown eyes. Glancing up at the clock, I saw that it was past seven o'clock.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Dad," I apologized. "I didn't start dinner yet, but I'll get right on it."
Charlie put a hand on my shoulder and picked up my bookmark. "That's okay, sweetie. We can have pizza for dinner tonight and you can cook for me when I get back from my trip."
"Oh Dad, I don't want your last meal to be pizza," I teased, slipping the bookmark between the stiff new pages and setting my book down.
Charlie dragged me onto his lap, which I didn't quite fit into anymore. I snuggled against his shoulder. Today has been a long day and I was glad that it was almost over. Charlie pulled my hair in a silly way, causing me to smile. I was slightly worried about him. My father was leaving tomorrow morning to go on a relaxing retreat up in the mountains with some of his old friends from high school that also worked in law enforcement. We teased about all the trouble that the deputy wouldn't be able to handle. Charlie was planning on being gone for a week and I didn't want him to starve with his friends, since I assumed none of them could cook. He rubbed my cheeks to get my attention.
"How was your day?"
"I went shopping today and Jacob Black insisted on following me everywhere," I said, rolling my eyes at the memory. "He asked me on another date."
Charlie laughed, putting me on my feet and walked towards the kitchen. I jumped up and followed him.
"He is persistent," Charlie joked, picking up the phone book and searching for the pizza number.
I wrapped my arms around his waist as he dialed the number and kissed the top of my hair.
"Yes, I'd like to order a cheese pizza with pineapple on top."
"You better be a good girl," Charlie teased, tweaking my nose as he got into his police cruiser. "I love you."
"I love you too Dad. Have fun!" I yelled as he drove down the driveway and out of Forks.
I wrapped my sweater tighter around me and started back into the house. I groaned, seeing Jacob's car pulling down the street where Charlie has just vacated. Not wanting to deal with the obsessed boy, I dashed into the house and locked the door. I ran around the living room, pulling the curtains closed and sank to the floor. The noisy car pulled into the driveway and the door opened and closed. I rolled my eyes as I imagined him strutting up the sidewalk.
"Isabella, I know you are in there!" Jacob called, knocking on the door.
"No," I muttered to myself.
"I have a surprise for you. Don't you want to see it?"
Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked underneath the curtains, being careful to stay hidden. Jacob was standing on my front step with a bouquet of roses and wearing a nice button down shirt. I groaned and slipped back to my hiding spot.
"I could wait all day if I have to," Jacob teased.
"Please don't," I whispered.
"Okay Bella, I'm leaving the gift on the front steps and going home."
"I doubt it."
To be safe, I stayed in the living room for a long time before I peeked out the window to see that Jacob actually had left. I sighed and decided to keep the curtains closed for the rest of the day. I spent the day cleaning and scrubbing all the surfaces of the house. Not the best way to spend my Sunday, but I had already finished my homework for Monday. One gets a lot done when they don't have a social life. I sat down to read my book after lunch as a storm blew in, absorbing my life into the pages of the story. Thunder rumbled and I figured that I should get Jacob's gift off the front step before it started to pour. I cautiously opened the door to find the roses with a card tucked inside the pink paper. I picked it up and locked the front door.
"Dearest Bella, you and I are meant to be," I read aloud. "I cannot wait until the day that you marry me. With love, Jacob."
I groaned and tossed both into the garbage can. I was eighteen years old and had no plans of getting married anytime soon. I was in my senior year of high school and not planning on ruining it by finding a husband in Jacob. Flicking on the light, I stepped into the kitchen and searched through the fridge to find something to make for dinner. I still had the makings from last night, but I wasn't that hungry. I dug out a cereal bowl and poured some Lucky Charms into it. After adding milk, I sat down and continued my book. I only had twenty pages left.
RING, RING! I jumped up to answer the phone, praying that Jacob didn't know my phone number. I was relieved when I heard Charlie's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hey Dad," I greeted, wrapping my fingers in the phone cord. "How's the trip? I thought you weren't going to call me until you were coming home so I could kick Jacob out."
I laughed, waiting for his answer. The phone crackled and I could hear the rain pouring down with thunder in the background. It would be an awful night for camping.
"Dad, are you there?" I asked when he didn't respond.
"… car… lost… Rain…" Charlie was breaking up too bad for me to understand him.
"Dad, I can't hear you."
"Bella, I need directions… Lost… Oh no!"
"Dad!" I yelled as I heard a loud crunch as the car hit something and the phone went dead with a click.
I dropped the phone on the floor and ran to grab my raincoat and boots. Slipping them on, I grabbed the keys to the truck off the coffee table and ran out into the storm. Something was wrong and Charlie was in danger. I knew which direction he had gone and I intended to find him.