HALLO! I love Beauty and the Beast, and therefore I am in love with Beastly. With the new release of Disney's Beauty and the Beast on DVD, I decided to merge the two plot lines together. I hope you guys enjoy, because Beastly is not well recognized. (And my other fic Never Can Say Goodbye was a bit short and choppy, I'll admit.) I will return with a second chapter soon.

Anyways, enjoy!

Once Upon a Time...

Kyle Kingsbury scowled. He faced the door to his limousine. Beyond it were the sounds of music and laughter. The party, his party, had already begun. Glass hit glass as high school students under the age of 21 were drinking their hearts out at the bar, on the dance floor, and sprawling over tables. Dim lights and the DJ made the party seem even more intense. But, the party paled in comparison to the actual guests of the party.

Kyle Kingsbury would not invite anyone to his parties. He only invited those he deemed beautiful enough to be near him. They came from all over, from NYC to LA to Miami, Florida, each one on display for him to choose.

Kyle snapped his fingers to the hairdresser that he ordered ride along with him in case of damaging his do. She ran another coat of gel through his blond locks, slicking them back from his face and smoothing any stray hairs. She finished by brushing any stray hairs from his coat and pinning on two white roses. She finally gave him a mirror. He gazed at himself for quite some time, then smirked in approval and dropped the mirror onto the limo seat. The hairdresser fainted back onto her seat.

Kyle took no notice to his temporarily hired servants. The limousine had already sped away. A red carpet had been rolled out in front of the building, leading to the guests. Dozens of women; some older, some younger. They turned their attention to him as he strutted into the room. He stood still for a moment before giving a wink to one cluster of them, making them all squeal and faint. He laughed and snapped his fingers loudly.

"DJ!" he called. "You know what to do."

The stereo master messed with the dashboard on the stage, music blasting from the speakers. The girls and their chaperones in tight clothing and stilettos danced and drank their night away, but they faded compared to Kyle. He was the master, the center of attention. The music had just hit its climax when the floor suddenly hushed. Kyle glanced around at his peers, confused, until he noticed the young, anciently dressed, overweight girl standing in the middle of the dance floor. She stared intensely at him.

Furious at this girl (what he thought was a girl) for ruining his party, Kyle pushed through the crowd. By the time he arrived to meet her, his face was red with rage. When he stepped closer, he saw that it was a girl. A disgustingly hideous girl in an old, filthy goth dress and greasy green hair.

"Who the hell are you?" Kyle demanded.

"I came for the party, Kyle," she said, handing out what seemed to be an invite. "I have your invitation."

"I think you have the wrong address, honey. The Strip Club is five blocks down." The crowd erupted in laughter. The girl held no embarrassment. She stared at him blankly.

"I assure you, I have one. See?"

Kyle snatched the invitation from her fat fingers and read it carefully. Yes, this was his invitation. How or why someone would give one to her was something to deal with later. He needed this slutbag out of his party. He held the invite up to where she could see it and ripped it down the middle! He watched in delight as her face turned to utter shock and horror. He then proceeded to rip the little pieces until they were nothing but off-colored party confetti.

"What the hell was that for?!" she screamed.

He grabbed her firmly by her squishy shoulder. "Listen, bitch. This is my party. I get to say who comes in and who stays out. I get to say who is qualified to be around me and who isn't. And - to be perfectly honest, babycakes - why don't you go back to sleeping on a bench in Central Park?" He shoved her as far as he could away from her and turned to walk away.

"You know, Kyle, not everything in life revolves around you, and certainly not because you're beautiful!"

He turned back around. "You're still here?!"

"One day, you're going to end up all alone. And there will be no one to blame but yourself."

"Get out! Before I call security" he snapped. He was done doing this passively. She was being persistently annoying.

"Your actions have consequences, Kyle. You're making my decision very easy right now."

He raised one eyebrow. "What decision?"

She stared at him intensely. No sadness, no embarrassment. Only blank and empty green eyes that pierced straight through him.

"You'll see."

The party went on as if the ugly girl had never came. But Kyle felt something...off. He wasn't sick or tired, but he felt unnerved. She had stared at him so fiercely, so blankly it was almost ominous. He noticed his breath was uneven as he held one of his guests by her waist. She continuingly asked him what was wrong until he could bear the strain no longer and pushed her away, stumbling out of the building. The limousine was parked outside, letting him in. The driver asked if he was alright.

"Just drive!" Kyle demanded.

The limo sped up the street, the lights of the city blurring together like that painting he saw in a textbook once. They were almost on 5th avenue when his head suddenly exploded in pain, so much that he doubled over. The concerned driver asked again, but Kyle urged him to keep driving. The limo hadn't even stopped when he jumped out and sprinted for the elevator to his penthouse apartment. The numbers were moving. Two sets, three sets. The doors finally dinged and he thrust himself out and stumbled to his bedroom, where he let out a scream of terror.

The ugly girl from the party was sitting casually on his bed. He wanted to scream at her, ordered her to get out. But all he could let out was:

"W-Wha-What the fu-?"

She stood up, chanting. "Retribution. Poetic justice. Just deserts. Comeuppance."

As she chanted, her body morphed. Her heavy dress she wore seemed to engulf her in a sort of cocoon. Her eyes stared directly at him, glowing.

"C-Comeuppance?"

"Well-deserved punishment, Kyle. Look it up. After all these years, you've poisoned people's lives. People were ruined, hurt, and - I'm sure you never heard or cared - killed by your transgressions."

"W-What the hell?! What is going on here?!"

He was shaking, checking her for any weapon she might be concealing underneath that heavy cloak. Her face thinned, her hair shining black and green and violet. She finally shed her cloak, revealing her slender, hourglass figure against snug black robes.

"I told you, Kyle." She snapped her fingers, sparks erupting with the sound. "Comeuppance." She stepped closer to him. "You will know what it is like not to be beautiful, to be as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside. If you learn your lesson well, you may be able to undo my spell. If not, you will live with this punishment forever."

A sudden pain in Kyle's body sent him to the floor. His limbs were shaking, stretching. He tried to say something, but it came out with a painful cry. He finally looked up at the witch and mustered the strength to say:

"I'm sorry! This...this won't happen again - AAAH!" His head grew with a sharp pain as if two nails were being driven out of his skull. "What are you doing to me?!"

She stared at him with both blankness and intensity. "In some countries, when a man steals, they cut off his hand. If a man rapes, he is castrated. The tools of the crime are removed from those who commit them."

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" He could barely keep his eyes open, his body burning with blistering pain. The clock struck midnight, and the pain stopped. Kyle didn't feel himself stand, but he was on his feet. The witch touched his shoulder and spun him around.

"Behold! What you really are!"

The sight that met his eyes was not him. It was a creature covering in brown hair - fur - claws and fangs. Long brown hair replaced his once luscious blond locks with cat-like ears and two small horns poking out. His face was a mix of bear and cat and wolf. Kyle touched his face, the creature doing the same. He frantically touched his face as the realization came that this creature was him.

He screamed, but his voice had changed and it came out with a roar.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

As he was feeling around his body, the witch came closer, setting a hand on his shoulder with a creepy smile. "I told you. Comeuppance."

He turned, but she was gone. She was still in the mirror he stood in front of, fingering the rose corsage on his collar. Her voice echoed in his head.

"You have two years to find someone to love you as you are, and for you to love them back."

The now-broken roses curled back up into bloom on his chest.

"If you succeed this act before the second rose's last petal falls, the curse will be lifted."

The roses ripped from his shirt and sat on his dresser in a cross pattern, upright and almost floating.

"If you cannot, then you shall remain in this form forever."