First I'll start out and say hi to everyone. This is my first post on the board but I've been a lurker for several years.
Second, I've been working on the idea behind this story for quite awhile and thought I'd finally put it out there to see what you all think about it and if it's worth continuing on.
Thirdly before I lose the nerve to actually post it: here's what I have written so far.
Title: Beauty and the Witch
Author: Keth
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and well I'm not completly sure if anyone holds the rights to the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale I'll credit Disney because that's what I'm taking most of my ideas of the storyline from.
Feedback: Yes please! Let me know what I'm doing right or doing wrong. I would appreciate any and all feedback. This is my first shot at writing a story in a looong time so I might be a little rusty.
Pairings: W/T
Rating: PG:13 for now...
Summary: Basically it is Beauty and the Beast with Willow and Tara with a few twists here and there.
Once upon a time there was a witch who wanted nothing more than to be wanted and cared for as she had grown up very lonely and without friends or family. The girl quickly noticed that through using her budding magicks to help others they’d smile at her in thanks. That’s all it took to sufficiently reward the young witch at first, just a smile.
Helping repair a leaky roof with a simply ceiling spell, healing an injured farm animal, it didn’t matter what the problem was the young witch was glad to help out. The witch drank in the attention and utter adoration she received and soon there was not a person in all the land that did not know of the benevolent lady witch. And after the witch’s journeys brought her to defeating a tyrant king, the people proclaimed their lady witch Queen.
The witch had been a benevolent ruler to begin with. But after year after year as they begged for her help the witch soon realized that they didn’t really love their queen. They just loved my powers and what they could do for them! Not me! She thought. Becoming bitter with this piece of truth the which queen for the first time began refusing to help her people. And day by day she grew more and more angry and she delved into darker magicks, replacing the adoration and praise she once received for the exhilarating feeling of power.
And so for years the kingdom remained fearful that the witch would become angered and her majestic halls became as red as her fiery locks. It wasn’t until one day, petition day to be exact, a request was made, what the request was no one was quite sure, the Witch Queen became enraged. And caught in the crossfire of her fury a small child was murdered by the queen’s own hands. The crowded hall gasped, horrified, even the queen felt disgusted and remorseful with her actions.
A second gasp ran through the room, as the child they all had thought dead, rose to her feet and with a flash of blinding light the girl transformed into a beautiful enchantress, her porcelain skin radiated with magical white light, forcing everyone to their knee’s with both its brightness and the white sorceress’ magnificence.
Then she spoke. “Young witch you have committed a most grievous crime this day. For your heart has become so dark that you turn your malice towards all who once claimed there was no one as giving or as generous as you. And for that a curse I place upon you and your castle.”
By now the frightened villagers had fled the castle and the cowering redhead was left, kneeling, ashamed, before the enchantress.
“Though you regret your actions on this day your heart is still filled with darkness and lust for power. It is this lust that forces me to curse you. You have forsaken love and caring for power and immortality. And as that is the power of which you seek, that is what you shall receive.” The enchantress’ raised her hand into the air and a shimmering light streamed from it and short thrust of her hand the stream of light flew at the frightened queen and engulfed her. Willow cried out in both surprise and fear. “The immortal undead you shall become,” The sorceress’ continued “with a lust for life so strong that only blood, the life force of others will sate your hunger and nourish your body. And in the drinking of blood with your face take its true form…of a hideous monster!”
The light that surrounded the kneeling woman grew in intensity and Willow screamed in pain as she felt her life being ripped from her body and left her with a despaired, unbeating heart. The light dissipated and Willow slumped to the ground tears streaming from her eyes.
“To add to your torment you must live with the knowledge that your faithful servants will suffer this curse along with you.” Willow cried out, pleading with the enchantress that they not suffer as well. The enchantress seemed to either not hear or ignore Willow’s pleas and continued on.
“Cursed they shall also be! Spirits trapped in this realm as your servants so that they never know the taste of heaven and you never know the taste of their flesh, for they will have none. Your powers will be stripped from you and trapped within this rose.” She indicated to unbloomed flower that suddenly appeared into her left hand with a sparkle of light. “A rose as red as your hair, a rose as red as the blood of those who fell victim to your abused magicks.” The enchantress paused for a moment then continued her voice this time a little less harsh. “You may redeem yourself however if only you seek love.”
Willow’s yellow eyes lit with hope at the enchantress’ last sentence, but also with that hope there was a mass of confusion. Seek love? What’s that suppose to mean? Do if find someone to love me and that’ll break the curse? Or do I go out frolicking in a field singing to little animals and getting all in touch with the earth and loving life and hugging trees and all that? Search under a rock perhaps? What? Love has quite a few definitions here what could this whacked out nutcase really mean? Willow’s mind was frantic with all the possibilities the cure to her curse could be. It has to be that I need someone to fall in love with me…but I’m a hideous…thing now! No one could fall in love with me! But maybe- The Enchantress’ voice interrupted the redhead’s internal monologue, her voice crescendoing into an even more painful pitch.
“A century shall pass before this rose blooms, it will begin to wilt, ten more years shall you have then till the rose dies and with it, you and your castle’s hope of redemption. Before the rose wilts you must discover what love truly is. Only then will the curse be broken and only then will life be restored to this castle, only when you learn what true magick is. The enchantress’ horrid godly voice began to fade as her body seemed to evaporate.
“No! No please! You can’t do this! I can change! Please!” Willow sobbed as the room grew dark and she was left alone save the servants she had condemned to this torturous existence as well, as the enchantress’ light slowly drained from the room, Willow realized, this is the last time any of us will feel light against our skin. Ever. For the curse would never be broken, for who could ever learn to love a monster such as she?
A century later, Willow remained in her castle, all thoughts of finding love and redeeming the castle had long fled her mind. She had accepted that she was a monster and preferred to keep her face in its hideously contorted form, embracing hatred and hunger, over love and compassion. The girl known as Willow the White Witch was long dead, and as far as this monster was concerned, she would never return.
Well get to writing this is interesting 
