AN: I have always wanted to write a Vampire Academy FF, but I couldn't come up with anything until I was watching Disney's The Beauty and The Beast and BAM! This story was born. Hopefully I am capable of keeping the story going, and it doesn't turn boring or predictable. Just give it a chance. And now a disclaimer: I own nothing all to their respective owners, and long live Richelle Mead.
Beauty and the Beast
He who is hideous by heart will be hideous by aspect until he finds love and love finds him. The full moon will control him. The blood lust will drive him. He will be a beast unable to find rest until he is set free by his love.
The chains rattle against the pavestone as the prisoner moves almost dragging his feet. Several months trapped in different dungeons across Europe have not been kind to Dimitri Belikov. His brown shoulder length hair is loose, greasy and covered in dry blood from himself and his victims. His muscled and prominent figure is weighted down by the amount of chains on his shoulders, hands and feet. The silver spiked collar around his neck bites and stings his flesh with every step he takes toward the carriage that will transport him to his new dungeon.
The prize of being the most persecuted man, he thinks to himself with a small smirk on his lips as one of his Guardians pokes him to make him move faster. Dimitri growls deep in his throat, and the Guardians lined up on either side of him tense up bracing themselves for a fight. But Dimitri doesn't want to fight. Why would he? He's looking forward to his new jail in Istanbul. He is finally getting to where he wants to be. Istanbul is the whole reason he allowed himself to be captured in Moscow six months ago.
The carriage sways and the horses huff as the heavy six foot seven Russian climbs on followed by two Guardians. Do they really think two Guardians can hold me? Dimitri chuckles inwardly. Of course he could easily kill all of his Guardians as soon as they step out of the walls of the Ozera's domain in Bulgaria and away from reinforcements. Then again, Dimitri has slaughtered entire villages single handedly. But once again, resisting would defeat the purpose of his captivity. All those nagging attempts at killing him would have been for nothing.Breathe, he coaches himself. Istanbul awaits.
"Do not let him escape." Lord Ozera growls menacingly at the Guardians."Or else."
The Guardians nod immediately tensing up at the unmentioned threat in Lord Ozera's words. Honestly Dimitri is amazed at the fear Ozera inflicts upon his vassals. They should not fear a mere human when they are in the presence of a monster, a beast like Dimitri.
"Christian!" Lord Ozera barks calling on his only son a young man of eighteen years with dark hair and bright blue eyes. "I trust you can lead the Guardians without any mishap to Istanbul."
Christian steps away from his family after one last kiss to his mother's hand. "I will, Father." Christian bows to his father before climbing onto his white stallion.
"Send my regards and luck to Lord Mazur. We will all pray that he be the one to free us of the beast." Lord Ozera spits and glares at the carriage holding Dimitri before stepping back to join his family on the steps of his opulent manor.
Christian nods and gives a small wave and smile in the direction of his older sisters, Tasha and Avery, his mother and father. "Forward!" He commands his company as he digs his heels gently on the horses sides.
The carriage begins to move once Christian takes the lead followed by six Guardians, and bringing up the rear, behind the carriage, are eight more Guardians on horseback. The company travels at a steady and fast pace. Christian knows the horses will tire faster, but he must reach Lord Mazur's land before nightfall. Soon the werewolves will be coming out, and the last thing Christian wants is to give them a late dinner. Of course being a hunter himself and surrounded by Guardians should make him feel as safe as anyone can be during these dark times. They could take on the beasts, but they cannot take on a werewolf that cannot be killed. Christian briefly looks back at the carriage holding Dimitri as a frown forms in Christian's face. He's puzzled that no matter how many times he and other hunters sliced the beast with silver swords or set him on fire, Dimitri does not die. He heals incredibly and shockingly fast even for his nature. Looking up at the gloom sky and the sinking sun, Christian orders to pick up the pace even more.
By nightfall, they are all nervous. They still have a long way to go after all Sofia, Bulgaria is not around the corner from Istanbul. Christian and his company look everywhere as every once in a while they hear the shuffling of leaves but see nothing among the trees. Pushing the horses to their limits, they all pick up their pace. Christian, still on the lead, is the first to see the fast approaching figure up ahead.
"Prepare to engage in battle!" Christian shouts to the Guardians as they all slow down to wait for the coming threat.
The Guardians and Christian pull out their swords watching as the figure ahead moves closer still. This figure is wearing a silver armor and riding a black stallion. Christian does not know if this rider is friend of foe, female or male. In any case, he rather take on a human opponent than a werewolf. A werewolf is far more dangerous for obvious reasons as they are ferocious beasts, but the beasts also have the power to doom you to a cursed life with a single scratch or bite. After several tense moments, Christian relaxes and begins to lower his sword when he realizes the mysterious rider is a Guardian from Mazur as he wears the Mazur emblem, a golden snake, on the chest of his armor.
"I would not do that if I were you Christian," the Guardian says behind the silver helmet covering her features. Christian rolls his eyes at the new arrival and lowers his sword anyway.
"Still breaking orders and escaping are we Rose?" Christian smirks as he arches his eyebrows to his good old friend, Rosemarie Mazur. She is the daughter of Lord Ibrahim Mazur, and the best damn huntress Christian has ever seen of course she is also the only huntress.
"Not this time," Rose lifts up her helmet revealing a young woman in her eighteen years with brown eyes, olive skin and perfect full lips; lips that are turned upwards in a satisfied smirk of her own. "I have permission to lead the welcoming party. My Guardians have been trailing you for miles."
"And you have decided to grace us with your presence instead of remaining in the shadows?" Christian sighs feigning disgust. "Thank you."
"Only for you dear." Rose winks and lowers her helmet once again.
"Why all the protection?" Christian questions as he takes in Rose's full length silver armor.
Rose shrugs or at least tries to do so with all the heavy armory. "The condition of my father to allow me to join the quest of freeing the world of the beast." The last word comes out of her mouth in an angry growl aimed at the hated beasts.
The biggest reason behind Rose's decision to be a huntress despite the strong opposition from her father and the other lords, is revenge. Rose wants nothing more than to eliminate the werewolves once and for all as they took someone she loved. Rose glances at the carriage where she knows Dimitri is being held. He is the biggest threat as he seems to be the leader of all werewolves. The beasts respond to him; he leads them to the villages and slaughters children, women, and men alike. Rose, knowing she is the best at hunting werewolves, is confident she will be able to kill this monster. However, her father didn't seem to think it. He resisted her request to join the quest of killing Dimitri Belikov for so long, but in the end he conceded with the condition that she arms herself with much protection and at least twenty Guardians.
"I see," Christian laughing lightly pulls Rose out of her thoughts. "Rosemarie Mazur is losing her bravado."
"Careful Chrisitan Ozera. I might just cut your tongue for the disrespect. I am a lady." She teases shoving Christian lightly.
"Lady," he snorts. "You are far from a lady. If I remember well the last time I saw you, you had blood under your nails and your dress was torn. I doubt it was from fooling around with your fiance."
"Hold your tongue," Rose rolls her eyes but the motion is hidden behind her helmet. "Do not speak of my private matters with Lord Ivashkov. Must I remind you that night I saved Budapest from being wiped out." That thought brings a concern to Rose's mind. Putting the teasing aside, she turns her head to Christian. "Have you had many attacks?"
Christian's face looses his amused glint. "We had several when we got him," he jerks his head in the direction of Dimitri. "They seemed desperate to free their leader. After a while, they gave up. How about you?"
Rose shakes her head. "Oddly enough, none."
"None?" Christian repeats wondering if he heard Rose correctly through the helmet.
"None." Rose's lips set in a hard line. "For six months we have enjoyed a rather stressful peace."
Christian and Rose turn silent both pondering why the wolves have not attacked the Mazur household in six months. Even though Dimitri has been captured, the werewolves still attack the villages. Granted, the attacks are further apart since the beasts no longer have their leader, but it is odd that no attack has befallen upon the Mazurs. Rose doesn't know if that should be a relief or not. She wonders if the wolves are lying in wait for the right moment to attack especially now that Belikov is coming to Istanbul. The whole situation unsettles not only Rose, but everyone living in her father's land, and now Christian who had no idea of the situation. Communication among the lords is not frequent as no one wants to venture to deliver messages. Even during the crusades, the soldiers made sure to always be near a village they could take protection in.
The rest of Rose's sentence is cut off by a scream. The horses stop, the Guardians tense up, and Rose pulls out her sword soon followed by the others. Silence that settles around them is deafening. Everything stills after that scream. Glancing up at the sky, Rose see's the full moon high up. We could not have picked a better night for this, Rose grimaces. Inside the carriage, Dimitri is struggling to keep himself under control. This is not going according to his plan. He is supposed to reach his destination without trouble but this... Several howls rip the silence apart making the horses whine and bounce anxiously and fearfully.
"Brace yourselves," Rose mutters as the sound of furious pounding paws against the ground draw closer to them. "We have company."
Yet another AN: I promise I will try not to bombard you with AN, but I do want to ask your opinion of the first chapter. If I don't receive much feedback, I probably won't continue as I do have several stories unfinished. Let me know what you think!