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Beauty & the Beast

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Beauty & The Beast

Once upon a time in a faraway 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 exchange 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 apologise but it was too late for she had seen there was no love in his heart and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. At first the beast brought many women to the castle and tried to earn their love. And though many times he was successful he could never bring himself to return their love or even truly care about these women, the only thing he cared about was the chance that they might break the curse. With every failed attempt the prince grew angrier, more hateful and... more violent . Soon it began that when the women would tell him that they loved him and once again the curse was not broken the prince in his anger would kill them. So soon the women stopped coming to the castle for fear of this terrible Beast and what he would do to them if they failed to break his curse.  Giving up all hope of ever breaking this monstrous curse the beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn 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 love so hideous a beast.

oOo

Mathieu stepped out of the small cottage he lived in and headed into town towards the bookshop he works in as he walks through town he says hello to many of the people even stopping to play skip rope a bit with some little girls, before continuing his morning trek. As he walked past the bakers he stopped to buy himself a couple of rolls one for his breakfast and one for his lunch. “Mathieu, bonjour how is your Gran doing?” asked the plump lady who ran the small store.

“Sh..She’s doing well Madam, th..thank you for a..asking.” Matthew blushed shyly.

Mathieu’s father Francis, had worked at the castle of the Prince and until Matt was 6 years old he had lived there with his father as well. But then his father had suddenly decided to send him to live with his Grandmother. Mathieu father had sent him away for fear that the prince would do something to his beloved son. For the Prince had taken to getting his amusement by harassing the servants and their children and after one particular nasty incident where the prince had nearly beaten three of the servants to death Francis fearing that the next person the prince decided to toy with would be his precious son so he had sent him to live with his elderly mother.

“That’s good. Now tell me has the book store gotten any new books you think my little Jacques might like?”

“We got an new one in called Jack and the Bean Stalk it’s fascinating, there’s a boy who buy some magic beans and a giant-“ Mathieu replied quickly losing his shyness when discussing the book, before the baker yelled at his wife.

“Marie! The bagels!” His loud voice bellowed from somewhere in the back of the bakery.

“Well put that on hold I’ll send Jacques down later to pick it up.

“I will” Mathieu called as he started back towards the book store.

Mathieu walked towards his job happily munching on his roll unaware that he was being watched. Alfred stared at Matthews back as he walked towards the bookstore lust clear in his eyes, as they follow Mathieu’s ass down the street. When he stopped to help up a little boy who had fallen down Alfred’s smile grew Mathieu would be his. He would get that naive little boy in his bed if it was the last thing he did. He would have him wriggling underneath him begging for more and calling out his name as he pounded his manhood into Mathieu’s tight little hole. He felt heat begin to pool in his stomached at these thoughts. But his lustful thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone calling his name. “Alfred!” He turned around to see Im Yong - Soo running at him holding his gun and a game bag. “I got the stuff Alfred. So were ready to go now right?” Alfred looked back to see that Mathieu had left so he nodded. “Sure, let’s go Yong - Soo.”

oOo

The bell rang as Mat opened the door and walked into the small book shop. “Ah Mathieu good morning. How’s your gran?” The old man who owned the shop greeted Mathieu.

“Sh..she’s feeling much better mo..monsieur; p...please thank your wife for the soup she gave us y...yesterday.” Mathieu replied blushing shyly

“No problem, no problem.” The old shop keeper replied as he laughed good naturedly at the shy boy.

“Ah, the beakers wife asked me to put a hold on the new book we got in the one about the giant. She says that she’ll send Jacques to pick it up this afternoon.”

“All right, I’ll put that on hold while you clean the store and then I’ve got a few deliveries I need you to make.”

“Y..yes sir” Mathieu went to the back of the store to get the cleaning supplies and don his apron.

When Mathieu had finished cleaning and straightening the store he turned to the old shop keeper “I’m done cleaning Monsieur he went over to pick up the small pile of books wrapped in brown paper waiting to be delivered.

oOo

            Matthew had just finished delivering the last of the books and was heading back to the book shop when suddenly a dark figure suddenly loomed in front of the shy boy.

“HEY...uhhh...Mattie! What are you up to” Alfred leered at the boy forgetting for a moment his name.

“Oh.....um I-I was just umm...finishing delivering books.”

“Well if you’re done.” Alfred wrapped one of his arms around Matthew’s shoulders “We should totally head down to the bar and you can look at all my awesome trophies and you can see what a great hero I am!!” Alfred threw his 100 watt smile at the boy. But instead of the boy smiling and agreeing to what Alfred wanted he shrugged of the arm of the “hero” and took a step away. A...actually I have t..to get back to work. S..so I can’t. S..sorry!” And with that the boy turned around and all but ran from Alfred who just dumbly stared after him.

            Had that just happened? Had Matthew just turned him down? HIM! The Hero! The most important person in the village!!

“DUDE!” Yong-Su shouted in his ear. “You just got rejected!”

oOo

Matthew ran, he ran all the way to the bookstore in order to get away from Alfred and his unwanted attention. When he got through the door he sunk down beside it and began to pant and shake from his long run.

            “Mathieu! Are you all right” exclaimed the old book seller seeing the young man sitting by the door.

“I...I’m fine” the boy replied a red blush staining his cheek at causing the old man to worry about him. “I just ran b...back.”

“Well than go to the back and take your lunch break and then you can clean again and then go home.”

Mathieu smiled timidly up at the old man. “Thank you, ummmm d...do you mind if I read that book I like? The Polar Bear King.”

“That one. But you’ve read it so many times!” the old man said laughing.

“I..I know but I like it. I...it’s my favourite!”

“Ha ha! Then it’s yours!”

“S..sir!”

“Think of it as a bonus for being such a good worker!”

“Th..thankk you sir!”

The old man laughed again. “Never you mind about thanks boy you’ve earned it! Now go out back and take your brake!”

“Yes sir!” Matthew said beaming at the old book seller before scurrying out back to eat his lunch and enjoy his new book.

After lunch he quickly finished his cleaning duties and headed home with a cheerful wave to the old man still happy about his new book.