Once upon a time, there was an exquisitely handsome prince. He was of a medium height and had a muscular build with broad shoulders. His unblemished skin was tanned to perfection in a way that showed off his toned arms in a way that glowed. His face was something that made women all around sigh with desire. Many joked that it had been the work of angels. The prince had a strong, defined jaw that was the end of his beautifully sculpted, elongated neck. His lips were perfect and full, bright pink, with a small cupid's bow etched into his upper lip. Behind his lips, there were a set of pearly-white teeth that gave him a truly dazzling smile. Although he shaved regularly, when he had gone a day or two without doing so, there would begin to appear a small bit of facial hair which made him look slightly manlier and simply added to his attractiveness. His nose was chiseled to perfection and was rather adorable along with it being handsome. The prince's cheekbones were prominent and strong. The prince's eyes were rumored to be the most valuable thing in the entire kingdom. His eyes themselves were a perfectly shaped and framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. He had eyes that seemed to change color, fluctuating between a beautiful, hazel-brown and a warm, glowing, golden-brown or sometimes a mixture of both. Above the eyes, there resided two dark brown-almost black-, triangular-shaped eyebrows. They were constantly on the move as his face was truly expressive. On the top of his head, a tamed mop of dark-brown curls. His hair, although rather adorable when curly, was usually slicked back to give him a rather debonair appearance. For someone so incredibly handsome, the Prince had a rather simple, but nonetheless perfect, name. Blaine.

          Although the prince liked his quite time by himself, reading in his huge library, playing his small guitar and sometimes the gorgeous grand piano that was kept in his study, the prince loved to have a good time. Because he craved the fun and excitement of entertaining many guest, the prince often threw large dinner parties and extravagant balls. His servants were always busy preparing for the prince's next big event. Our story starts at one of the over-the-top ball's the prince had planned for the celebration his eighteenth birthday.

The evening was in full swing. The large ball room was full of people having a splendid time. The women had all arrived in gorgeous, floor-length ball gowns and many had been escorted by dashing men in suits. The band was on top of their game and everyone was dancing to the wonderful music. There were platters upon platters of the most gourmet food and other delicacies from all around. The only element missing from the otherwise perfect evening was the prince, who everyone was there to celebrate.

Upstairs, the prince paced along the beautifully embellished corridor. The prince wasn't nervous though, if anything the opposite. He was so incredible excited that he couldn't contain himself. But, Blaine understood the importance of making an entrance. Not much later, the prince was alerted that all of his guests had arrived.

Blaine pompously made his grand entrance down the large center staircase, looking dashing among the plush red carpet in his deep blue colored tailored suit. All eyes were on him as he descended down to where his guests were waiting for him. When he reached the bottom, he was swarmed with people, primarily females, congratulating him on his coming-of-age, telling him how great the party was, asking him to dance. He thanked them all and the girls began to form an enormous line that had already started to wrap around the corner of the hall, all waiting for their chance to dance with the handsome prince. This left many of the men who had brought the girls fuming about their loss of date.

Blaine danced with each of the eager girls making sure to be genuine and charming. He danced very well, with such grace in even the simplest of his fluid movements, twirling girl after girl around the large ballroom, not wincing when some of the rather clumsy girls stepped on his shiny black dress shoes. Many times he was thrown a marriage proposal and each time he graciously declined, thanking each of the girls for the compliment.

When Blaine had danced with each of the girls, about halfway through the evening, everyone took a few minutes and celebrated with the most expensive kinds of champagne from around. Everyone was having a great time and the prince was pleased with the enormity of his party.

When it was time for everyone to leave, Blaine got up on the first few stairs to thank everyone for coming. He kissed many hands belonging to the lady guests as they and their guests walked out the huge golden trimmed and handled doors.

When all the stragglers had gone and the doors had been closed, Blaine turned around to head back up to his room; after all, he had had a long and exhausting day. Instead of being faced with the empty hall, Blaine came face to face with a woman. Blaine was shocked; he hadn't remembered seeing her at all that evening. He hadn't a clue of what to do.

"Excuse me, mademoiselle," he said to the strange woman who was simply staring at him. She was pretty in a very simple way. Nice dark brown hair, big brown eyes, nice clothes, a bit of a nose, and a nice smile.

"Blaine. How come you turned down all of those pretty girls proposals? They were all very beautiful, don't you think? At least, I thought they were." She seemed a tad annoying. Blaine wasn't really sure how to answer her. To be truthful, Blaine really hadn't really noticed the any of the girls' beauty. He didn't really notice girls, he never had.

"Were, they? I didn't notice." He looked to the girl. She was still staring at him, as if he was puzzling her in some way. At this she shook her head in confusion.

"What man doesn't notice a woman's beauty, let alone a room full of them?" She was starting to scare him a little bit, her voice raising an octave at the end of her sentences. He decided to just tell her. It couldn't hurt anything now could it? He was so well loved and full out adored by many if not all the people from around.

"You see, mademoiselle..."

"Rachel." She beamed.

"Rachel. You see Rachel, I," he chuckled nervously, "I've never really had an interest in women. You know, romantically." He looked at her face. What he saw he wasn't expecting.

She gasped loudly. Her smile then faded slowly, and gradually turned into a grimace and then her jaw dropped. Her big brown eyes widened with terror. Her right hand flew to her opened mouth as she backed away with small delicate steps.

"You...You mean...You're a...a...You like men?!" She all but shrieked, now almost against the wall.

Blaine was shocked. It wasn't supposed to be like this! In truth, he hadn't known what he was thinking it would be like, but he wasn't planning on it being like this.

"Well, yes." He said quietly.

"That's...that's sick! No man likes another man! That's a sin! Sick! Sick! How can you live with yourself?! No, No I won't have you poison the rest of us with your sickness!" She had started to pace and by the look on her face, she had begun to plot as well. 

She stopped immediately. She started to raise her slowly hands from her waist. She was also chanting. The higher her hands got, the louder she chanted. Soon her hands were raised above her head and she was bellowing.

Blaine was slowly raised into the air, his feet at the same height as her hands. Blaine's hands and feel began to glow. He flipped his hands over in curiosity, wondering where it was coming from. They began to burn. They burned. All he wanted to do was cut them off and rid himself of the pain. Now his whole body was glowing. His whole body was completely paralyzed from the intensity of the pain. He almost lost consciousness just from the crazy amount of pain he was suffering under.

All of a sudden; there was nothing. No pain, no feeling. Rachel threw down her arms, sending the prince crashing to the floor. He went to raise his hand only to learn that it had been replaced with a large paw, covered with fur and with five sharp claws at the end of each digit.

"What have you don't to me?!" He screamed at the girl still watching him with eyes full of disgust.

"I only made you as ugly as you truly are. Your servants have been changed as well, although only into household objects." She handed him a small handheld mirror. He cringed at his reflection. "You won't be going outside that much; this will show you anything you want it to." She placed the mirror on the ground and slid it over with her foot, not wanting to touch him.

"Why have you done this to me?" Blaine looked at the girl; she didn't seem to have a care in the world.

"No one could ever love someone as sick as you. And, if in fact you ever do find a male you start to have sick feelings for," she moved to the side, her long gown flowing with her revealing a small golden cage with a tiny yellow canary in it, "this bird will start to die slowly. So very slowly that you may not notice it at first. But nonetheless, this bird will start to die and you shall only have until the bird sings its last song to get the male to reciprocate those sick feelings. Good luck with that!" She laughed. "If that bird dies, the spell can never be broken."

"I...I have to get a man to love me to break the spell?" Rachel nodded.

"Correct." She pulled on her shawl and laughed again at the once handsome prince. The door creaked open, allowing a small amount of starlight to come in through the gap in the door. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and slammed the door behind her. The noise traveled the length of the hallway, echoing over every surface.

Blaine was still crouched on the ground. He had no idea what to do. He had never felt this way before. An outcast. He, Prince Blaine Anderson, was a beast.